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Another segment from my novel Gen-Eg

Updated on November 2, 2014


“Pull over here.” Major Owens said to his driver.

“Yes, Sir!”

The six-wheeled armored command car came to a stop near General Gaither’s command bunker. As Major Owens opened the thick passenger door, the long line of armored vehicles following his car also stopped. The officer straightened his uniform as he watched his battalion came to a stop and his officers and NCOs race about.


Owens turned and watched an I.S.D. Sergeant run up to him from the General’s bunker. The man ran like he was desperately trying not to be shot. Once behind the cover offered by Major Owens’s command car, the sergeant saluted.

“Sir, I’m to take you to the General.”

“And where is the General, Sergeant?’ Major Owens said, as he started to walk out from behind the command car, only to be blocked by the I.S.D. Sergeant.

“You need to use cover, Sir. The damn Gen-Eg snipers are very good.”

“Sergeant, we are over two miles from the rebellious compound; they can’t be that good…” Owens said in disbelief, until he noticed dried blood around the general’s bunker.

General Gaither’s bunker was cramped, dirty, and full of desperate people. Major Owens and his executive officer were somewhat surprised at the condition of the general and his staff. They looked like they were the ones under siege, not the rebels.

“We serve the State!” Shouted Major Owens and his XO, as they saluted the general.

“Yes, yes of course.” Gaither was leaning on a map table, his dress uniform dirty and smeared with grime. It looked like he hadn’t left the bunker in weeks. As far as Owens knew, the situation was only four days old.

“Captain Greer will go over the briefing, he’ll fill you in.”

For the next hour, General Gaither’s exhausted staff went over the situation and the events of the last several days. Since most of the assembled staff and troops were security troops and not soldiers, several mistakes and problems were very apparent. The Gen-Egs were still in control of the entire inner compound. They also controlled most movements outside the fence, with extremely accurate sniper fire. It seemed to Major Owens that the I.S.D. was over its head, which would explain why his army battalion had been sent in. To Major Owens’ his unit would make or break the situation open. The I.S.D. had dropped the ball, and now it was up to the army to steamroll the opposition. He smiled, knowing future advancement was very much in his hands.


GEN-EG is a story about allegiance. The story takes place around 66 a genetically created super soldier. Our hero is the property of a repressive and powerful dictatorship known as Westfor. 66 and the other members of The Pack were created, born and raised to kill the enemies of the state. After a time the “Tools” start to question their place in society. Just as things get out of hand, a global war breaks out between Westfor and its dreaded enemy the Bloc Alliance. The personal war of 66 is put aside to fight the greater enemy. 66 and the Pack are thrown into the slaughterhouse of very advanced warfare. Somehow the “Gen-Egs” have to fight both the Bloc Alliance and the bigotry from their own side. The true question is: How can you have blind and unquestioning allegiance to a government. That doesn’t even consider you a citizen or even human?


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