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    Gunship: Gears and Spears
    Gunship: Gears and Spears
    Gunship: Gears and Spears
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    Gunship: Gears and Spears

    By John M. Davis

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    Two short stories, a single download. Follow fan favorite Dalton James as his military experience is put to good use. Geartown is overrun with Zombies and Dalton's thirst for whiskey can't wait. Then, journey to Ronica as Roman finally comes blade to blade with the champion of Vampires, Vladris.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn M. Davis
    Release dateApr 25, 2013
    ISBN9781311499592
    Gunship: Gears and Spears
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    John M. Davis

    John M. Davis is the bestselling author of Gunship, as well as Wicked, and the novelization of the motion picture REDD. Also known for his popular Book Commander Podcast, John is a former writer for the Legends Football League and owns a minority share of the Canadian Football League’s Saskatchewan Roughriders. He currently lives in Virginia with his wife of 18 years and their two spoiled kids. When he isn’t writing or podcasting, John enjoys reading, studying history, and listening to his favorite band, Evanescence.bookcommander.wordpress.com#bookcommander

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      Book preview

      Gunship - John M. Davis

      Gears & Spears

      GUNSHIP: BOOK 4

      Written by John Macallen Davis

      This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical people, events or places are used fictitiously. Any other names, places, events or characters are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual places, events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Copyright © 2017 John Michael Davis

      Editing: Daniél Lecoq

      Beta: Daniél Lecoq, Hannes Birnbacher

      All rights reserved, including the right to copy this book or portions of this book in any form.

      First edition September 2017

      Manufactured in the United States of America

      Also by John Macallen Davis

      Gunship Series

      Gunship - Kindle - Nook

      Glimmeria - Kindle - Nook

      Reflections - Kindle - Nook

      Gears and Spears - Kindle - Nook

      Legendary - Kindle - Nook

      Space Rebels - Kindle - Nook

      Bone Harvest - Kindle - Nook

      Ghost Planet - Kindle - Nook

      Skyfall - Kindle - Nook

      Wicked Series

      Wicked – Kindle - Nook - Paperback

      The Journal of Emma Wilson - Kindle

      Fleet Series

      The Fleet - Kindle - Nook

      The Blood War - Kindle - Nook

      Chaotic Worlds - Kindle - Nook

      The Afterworlds - Kindle - Nook

      The Run - Kindle - Nook

      The Great War - Kindle - Nook

      Vampire Hunters - Kindle - Nook

      Return of the Fear - Kindle - Nook

      The Colony - Kindle - Nook

      Graveyard - Kindle - Nook

      Singles

      Hammer of War

      Atlantis

      The Colony

      EMMA

      Brookhaven

      American Superhero

      Catch me online

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      Table of Contents

      Part 1

      Part 2

      About the Author

      Part 1

      Dalton James sat there - a veteran of several wars and several bars, both the drinking and incarceration type. He wore a heavy brown duster as a testament, if nothing else, to his storied life up until this point.

      He was a smuggler and moving illegal merchandise through space while skirting the authorities had both an upside and a downside.

      For the past decade, he had worked for his good friend and former military comrade Adam Michaels.

      After the first Glimmerian War, they decided that no man in political position would ever force them to live out another day, choosing instead, to fetch a ship and begin the black market work of great risk and great reward.

      Anything they could do to earn a living, they did it. Every cargo hold of illegal merchandise moved, led to connections on the wrong side of the law. And with each underhanded deal they pulled off, their reputation grew. By the time the older model Gunship, one that the Glimmerian government leaned heavily on during the first war, was fully staffed with crew; they had become notorious.

      Such notoriety led to a job offer from the Hunter Clan, a sadistic group of Vampires who were both wanted and feared. Offering a huge payday, Captain Adam Michaels took the job, double-crossing the Hunters a short time later. He had fallen in love with his cargo, Sarah Blaine. And the direction his heart led him, also led the crew through violent times.

      Eventually, they went their separate ways. Various reasons, of course, but Dalton's reasoning was simple. He was sick of running from the undead. A near death experience has a way of making a man feel alive, even if it includes bullets flying into his direction. But so many near death experiences, sometimes on a daily basis, has a way of wearing down even the best of men.

      Dalton had reached the point of wanting something more. A peaceful calm, if nothing else. And so he left the Gunship, and her crew, setting off onto his own path in search of his own destiny.

      A destiny that was sure to include his running mate Whiskey. The four legged bucket of fleas was Dalton's best friend. Whiskey was a good ear to talk to, had a stomach for alcohol and even a way with the ladies. They wore matching brown coats and together would take on the Skyla System, one shot of hard liquor at a time.

      The former soldier turned smuggler quickly found himself hired by Cambria Sims, Captain of the Outer Heaven. She was brilliantly beautiful from head to toe, shocking blue hair and creamy white complexion only further accenting her perfectly sculpted curves.

      She had offered him a paycheck, even paid for both Dalton and Whiskey to get fitted for custom brown coats, rather than the bargain rack faux leather that currently covered their backs.

      In exchange, Dalton would bring experience to a crew of faces that was fresh to the black market world of smuggling. Though none of that mattered to him.

      All that mattered was the fact that they would no longer be running from the undead. Dalton had made damn sure of it, or at least he had thought so up until the moment his eyes caught sight of a poster that plunged into his heart like a chilled dagger.

      The Outer Heaven had landed in the Drifts. A very primitive, yet extremely elegant string of planets on the fringe of uncharted space. A mixture of Victorian influence and steam powered engineering, its citizens had shunned the modern lifestyle of computers and thrust engines for wind-borne airships and a luxurious, yet simplistic, style of living.

      Dalton had considered it a paid vacation of sorts, going to stay a while in a much calmer environment while throwing a few brews back. But all of that changed as he slowly read the header of a poster hanging on the wall of the airship transport terminal. Do not provoke the undead.

      Afraid to ask, Dalton simply sat there. Stunned. As they waited for a transport from the terminal to Geartown, he continued to stare at the poster which had shattered everything he thought he knew about their upcoming trip.

      The terminal was the one centralized location on the planet, and each Drift planet had one. Simply put, you landed your ship here and then boarded an airship. Hundreds of airships came through daily, each one stopping in even the most remote locations.

      Some of the destinations were large cities, Victorian styled skyscrapers peaking to the heavens with their clockwork shaped tops and brass accented artwork. Others consisted of dusty towns populated by colorful characters who had a curiously playful charm about them.

      Is he OK? Tank asked.

      His God given name was Greg Shelling, but was soon handed the name Tank based on his unbelievable size. A bit taller than anyone currently sitting in the transport station, Tank was packed out in terms of muscular composition. His skin resembled a thin coat of dark paint as it stretched across his physique, barely able to contain the bulging muscles that were easily seen as he wore a solid green shirt with short sleeves.

      Skulls simply shook his head.

      Trevor Lagrange by birth, Skulls earned his name branding through the odd hobby he took so seriously. Collecting teeth, bones and severed fingers from the dead. Easy enough for him, because when the Salvation model sniper rifle that currently hung down by his side was in hand, people had a tendency of dying.

      Skulls resembled an undertaker at first glance. That is until you got close enough to see the soldier in him, the wrinkles on his face merely a map of battles seen and horrors lived; at which point you wished he were merely an undertaker.

      His rifle was a very unpopular model, the bolt action considered outdated. But Skulls preferred the weapon because it had pinpoint accuracy when looking through the large telescopic lens mounted on top. It was a very elegant weapon in his mind and a well-respected rifle among snipers.

      His stringy hair flowed from beneath a dark top hat, mushrooming out a bit in the back and falling wildly down between his shoulders. Loose-hanging black leather clothes covered the body of such a tall and thinly boned man. And for such a strange human, vanity was important, regularly slicking his black pants with grease to create such an obvious luster.

      Dalton. Are you crying? Cambria asked with shock.

      Dalton didn't reply, though his eyes remained crisped with tears. He simply continued his stare onto the poster warning those entering the Drifts of the undead. Zombies you could call them, though citizens knew them as Drifters.

      It's alright. They aren't a common sight, more like cattle if nothing else. They are mindless and without intention. Cambria said in an attempt to calm Dalton a bit.

      They're undead, he replied, fighting back tears of rage as he bit his lower lip. I'm tired of the undead. So fucking tired of people that should be taking a dirt nap trying to put my ass six feet under. he grumbled.

      Whiskey gave a long and deeply pitched whine. Even the charismatic dog had seen his share of immortals.

      Best bite your lip because our ride is here. Tank said with a bit of chuckling mixed in as he stood up and began watching a large airship swoop down to them.

      It was the typical transport airship, nothing more than a large and elongated hot air balloon; cabin area below constructed of metal with luxurious wooden trim.

      Dalton gave a look of ill intent as he also stood to his feet, his stomach turning into knots as he glanced one last time at the poster warning of Drifters.

      Everything about the Drifts came across to him as being outdated. Even the very poster which currently had his attention reminded him of an old military poster. Bold

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