Monster Hunter Bloodlines - eARC by Larry Correia (read a book .txt) 📕

one.” Gregorius headed for the door, along the way saying to the new guy, “Are you up on your tetanus shots?”

“Mundy and Sherlock, check all the regular sources around town.” The two of them nodded because every town had its oddball places where monsters and the monster-adjacent types hung out. “I’ll take Newcastle and we’ll see if the APD has had any unsolved crimes that might be explained by a perp who can change faces on the fly. Let’s go.”

“What about me?” I asked.

“Somebody needs to wait for Earl. When he found out his girlfriend was in town and working this case, he wanted to go talk to her about it.”

“I’m glad I’m not there for that conversation.”

“Me too. Earl will need a debrief about what the Feds are up to anyway. In the meantime, call headquarters and see if they’ve ever head of this Drekavac thing Stricken warned you about. Then get cleaned up. You look ridiculous.” Boone just shook his head as he walked toward the stairs. “Bringing MCB swag into my house? That’s downright disrespectful. Why don’t you just take a dump on my carpet while you’re at it?”

“Seriously, man.” Trip said as he left. “That look is a huge step down from Cookie Monster.”

“Okay, I get it already! I’ll burn the stupid MCB shirt. It’s not like I bought it in their gift shop!”

* * *

While I took a shower, I inspected the cuts Coslow had fixed. I wouldn’t call them healed so much as brutally cauterized, and they still hurt like the dickens. Plus from the way my back felt and all the bruises, I don’t think Coslow’s trick did much to help the part where the reptoid had bounced me off the wall. I probably should have had Sherlock check out the new burn scars, but she’d been a regular doctor so this magical crap was probably outside of her wheelhouse anyway. I’d ask Gretchen to take a look when I got home.

As I was drying off, I got a video call from my wife. Whenever one of us was on the job and the other was stuck at home, we always made the time to check in. I put a towel around my waist because she was probably still at the office, and the last thing I wanted was Dorcas looking over her shoulder.

“Hey, hon.” Julie was just as gorgeous as ever. Her long dark hair was currently tied up, meaning that she’d probably been sneaking in some range time. Seeing her always brightened my day. From the pictures on the wall behind her, she was in her office at the compound, so I’d made the right call with the towel. She laughed when she saw how I was dressed. “Did I interrupt your spa time?”

“In my copious free time I figured I’d get a massage. Dealing with the MCB really puts a lot of tension in my shoulders.”

“Uh-huh. Sounds plausible. I already got the quick version from Boone earlier. Are you actually okay, or just doing the tough guy thing where you can’t show weakness in front of other Hunters like usual?”

“I’m actually okay. It was one little fight with a lizard man. It never even had a chance.”

“Sure.” Julie was obviously unconvinced, but she’d been doing this sort of thing a lot longer than I had and was no stranger to all the myriad ways Hunters could get hurt. “How are Grant and Franks?”

“Unlike last time we saw him, Franks has all his limbs attached. Grant’s Grant, so far too handsome yet still bafflingly annoying.”

“Be nice. He tried to help me out for the Europe thing.”

“I know. That’s why I was nice.”

“Really?” Julie was right to be incredulous.

“I was polite and helpful. We even made small talk.”

“I’m so proud of you,” Julie said sarcastically. “That must have been hard.”

“I’d rather fist-fight another reptoid. The Feds are on the warpath though.”

“I heard about Stricken escaping. I’m sorry.”

“Well, maybe next time we’ll get lucky and they’ll forget to confiscate my guns first.”

Julie got it. If all the people who wanted to take Stricken out had to take a number, she’d be further down the list than Franks, Earl, or Heather, but she’d still happily take the shot if given the opportunity. And my wife is an extremely good shot. “I know you need to get back out there, but I’ve got somebody here who wants to say hi.” Julie turned her camera downward to show that my son was crawling up her leg to get onto her lap.

Ray was a happy, chunky, energetic toddler now. His round face lit up when he saw me. “Daddy!”

“Hey, big guy.” It didn’t matter that I’d just gotten my mission derailed and my ass kicked. You always put on a smile for your kid. That’s what dads do.

He started to babble about his day, and I was happy to listen. It was something about Legos.

After Julie had rescued our son, the three of us had gone into hiding for a while. I had needed to recuperate from the Nightmare Realm, and Julie had been a wreck from what she’d gone through getting Ray back. Since Asag had already demonstrated he would go after our families, we’d used fake identities and stayed as far away from the business as we could. It had been a peaceful vacation, but monster hunting was in our blood. And after a few months we’d both gotten incredibly bored and antsy. Since the chaos god we had a beef with had been remarkably silent since Severny Island had gotten nuked, and we couldn’t just sit on our asses hiding forever, we’d gone back to our regular lives. It was hard having that kind of a danger constantly hanging over you like a big angry storm cloud, but we’d adjusted as much as possible.

That looming threat was a good reminder that I needed to get back to work. “Be good for Mom. I’ll be home soon. I love you guys.”

“Love you too,” Julie said.