Metal Gear Solid Jetstream Sam Novels & Stories

Sam was starting to shake worse. Mer walked up behind him though, putting a hand on his shoulder, steadying him. “Go take a fucking lap, Alpha. You’re acting like a child. Go. Now.” Silas stood there for a moment before he finally turned. He didn’t look at me or anyone as he turned and threw open the back door. Not even bothering taking his clothes off, they shredded as he shifted and bounded into the forest. We all stared at the open door for a minute before anyone moved. Sam came over to me and helped me up.

My heart was breaking as I turned and signaled to the Security men and they cracked their guns ready to shoot. Jacob leaned in closer, his voice venomous. “I didn’t throw it away, Sammie. I took it. And I’ll take more if I have to. You don’t deserve to win. Not anymore. You and I know you don't have the guts to order them to pull the trigger.” Before I could respond, a car roared onto the tarmac, its headlights cutting through the darkness. The sleek black sedan came to an abrupt stop, and the door swung open.

Sam pushed him until Jeslyn's back hit his car. "You don't realize, it's your self-powerful and oppressive nature that makes me disgusted and uninterested in you." "Don't talk like you're a saint, Sam. I know how bad you are." Jeslyn seemed not to be outdone. She shouted at Sam. "If you hurt Doctor Rivera, I will destroy you myself, Jeslyn!" Doctor Sam, who was usually friendly, turned out to be cold and intimidating, but it wouldn't be Jeslyn if she were quickly subdued.

The sound was sickening. A tear slipped from Jericho’s eye. It wasn’t because he just took a life. No, we’d done that many times before. But this wasn’t just any life. He’d been forced to take his younger brother’s life. The same brother that we’d sword to protect. Not even the knowledge of him being a batshit crazy psycho didn’t make this easier. Knowing that Sam had gone off the rails, becoming something fucked and dangerous, didn’t make that tear any lighter. It only dug the ache deeper. The fight going on around us seemed to come to a standstill upon Sam’s link to his pack breaking.

Fuck that prick, he owed them this. “What you doing?” said Jimmy joining him. “Look at this,” Sam pulled a Sony XDCAM from the bottom of the box. The mic cover was missing, but apart from that it was fine. “PMW-300, professional quality, nice.” Sam and Jimmy exchanged a look. Geeking out over cameras felt almost normal. Maybe they could salvage something from this after all. “Come on,” said Sam. “Let’s get out of here.” As they headed for the exit Sam tried to ignore the fact that half the blood had disappeared from the ceiling and the floors.

I call out gruffly. My Gamma, Sam, comes bursting through the door. Frankly, I am surprised to see him. “I thought you left with my father,” I tell him. Sam is panting heavily. “Your father is on the move.” “What?” I growl. “I just left his camp,” Sam tells me. “He is planning on striking the Moonstone Pack today.” I narrow my eyes at him. It feels like a trap. “Why are you telling me this?”

Blood Moon has been climbing steadily in recent years, though, and after hearing my dad’s reports about how they handled the rogue attacks, I’m expecting them to bring it this summer, they are certainly all massive and look well trained. Sam is called in the first round, facing off against a Delta from Opal Moon. She’s good—better than I expected—and gives him a solid challenge. They grapple for a few minutes before Sam finally pins her. She struggles, but his hold is too strong, and she’s forced to submit. I don’t catch the exact time, but it’s a clean, quick win for him.

A phone slid smoothly out from a hidden recess in the wall beside the console, landing softly on the metal table as if it had always been waiting there. “I am already embedded,” Sam said. “This device is hardened, untraceable, and adaptive. I can transfer myself into any system I touch—phones, vehicles, satellites, closed networks—with ease.” I picked it up. It felt heavier than it should have, solid, real. “Thank you, Sam. I might need you again… sooner than later.” “My duty remains,” Sam replied. “But for now, my services are no longer required. Entering hibernation mode.”

Duke says. “I’ll take that as a compliment, so thank you.” I grin at him. “As far as the wounded part, I really should have waited to put her in place. My ribs are throbbing.” I tell him while rubbing them to relieve a little pain. “So what’re you going to do about Jet?” Sam asks. I shrug. “I’m going to see what kind of info he has. There really isn’t much else I can do.” “What if it’s some kind of trap again?” Cade stupidly had to put that out there.

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal