Operation Razmer 3: Operation Razmer, #3

By R.B. Ashton

She claimed a country. Now she wants the world.

 

Agent Starcen saw one of the most powerful global empires fall to a single young woman – and he's about to see it happen again. As size-warping soldier Rin advances from the GVD to Asia, he remains her shrunken captive, while desperately plotting to stop her rampage.

 

Western agents are active in Europe, and Starcen has an accomplice he can just about trust. He must deliver the size-altering technology to the West, where the last hope of stopping Rin lies.

 

But giving the Americans the technology to create super-soldiers may not provide the victory Starcen hopes for. As Rin faces bigger obstacles, she grows to overcome them. Literally.

 

When giant soldiers collide, will anything be left? Whatever the outcome, the world will be changed forever.

 

Prepare for more thrills and epic battles in the final part of Operation Razmer, where over-sized combatants are hungry for more than just power. Read the gripping conclusion today!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Neringa Press
• Release date: Apr 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201819354

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Operation Razmer 3

NEW WORLD ORDER

R.B. Ashton

MMXXII

1

General Ven tried to remain stoic as the vehicle shook around him. He had suppressed rebellions in Hong Kong and led charges south through Asia. He had secured cities, mastered pitched battles, and been forced to retreat only twice in his career. But the huge thuds that quaked the road and the explosive sounds of the battle behind him were unlike anything he had faced before. He stiffly looked over his shoulder, through the rear slit in the armoured transport, at the sight of the giant woman stomping through his defences.

Chairman Yuan had insisted the GVD were spreading lies and propaganda with their videos of super-soldiers smashing through armies, eating people as casually as dumplings. Ven himself had not believed it, though he advised caution given that the stories themselves gave the Russians new vigour. Their forces had pressed down through Mongolia at an incredible pace, breaking months-long stalemates – so that fast that no one had reliably reported exactly how. Ven, like Yuan, had believed that whatever their secret, he would surely be able to break them in the rugged terrain north of Beijing.

For the first hour of the fighting, which flared up at dawn, it had seemed precisely as he had thought. The GVD troops were tired and scattered from travelling too far, too fast, and he was confident his army would make short work of them. Then she had appeared, in the middle of it all, a woman two hundred feet tall, and by the time he’d concentrated fire on her she was already on top of them. She did not wear military uniform, but was dressed like something that had escaped from a penal colony, in grey rags, with tatty boots riddled with holes, hair a matted, curly mess. It made her attack seem all the more deranged, as if she was a monster they had unleashed, especially as she threw herself into the fighting with clumsy, destructive glee. Ven saw her stomp on missile launchers and tanks, crushing them like toys beneath her huge feet, and he could scarcely believe it when she snatched up handfuls of his men and dropped them into her mouth.

If this single monstrous apparition hadn’t been bad enough, another two followed her, rising from the GVD ranks with wicked, hungry looks on their faces. Ven wasted no time in calling a general retreat, but for most of his men it would be too late. They could not outrun creatures that big.

Ven himself had been secure behind the lines, so his driver could pick a route back towards the city unhindered. But as they sped into Beijing’s suburbs, he saw that first giant woman taking huge steps right over his forces, striding after him. It was as if she knew: he was the man in charge, and she was going to hunt him down.

Drive faster, Ven instructed, calmly, as if it needed saying.

Another enormous stride brought the giant alarmingly close, her boot crunching the road to dust behind them. An armoured truck just ahead of her toe was jolted and swerved, slamming into a verge. Her next step brought a boot down off to the side, through the roof of a low building. She leaned forward, inspecting what she had stepped on, then turned and lifted a boot to crush the next building along, with people scurrying out like panicked insects. The monster merely wanted to do senseless damage, in no hurry to catch up to Ven.

Clearly, she thought her victory inevitable.

But the delay would cost her a line of sight of them, soon enough. As she continued following slowly, crushing other vehicles and buildings, Ven gave the driver instructions to pick a route through the tallest buildings on the outskirts of Beijing. She caught up to them again just as they were pulling between skyscrapers, and again she slowed down to inspect the buildings. The closest rose as high as her shoulder, and she gave it a look as though it offended her. Ven cursed as they turned a corner – a moment later he heard the horrendous crash of her smashing an arm through the high rise.

The violent sounds continued as they raced further into the city, but the noise grew more distant as their weaving route seemed to slow the giant. She was stopping to smash her way through more buildings, wreaking terrible chaos on the city itself, and Ven dreaded to think how many lives it would cost. But they were getting away, and soon he would be able to deliver his message to the Chairman himself.

They continued through the defences of central Beijing, which now looked pathetic considering the behemoth following them, and on into the government compound. There, Ven pulled ahead of his escort to sprint through the building to the bunker where Yuan was taking shelter. The Chairman should have evacuated, but the man was as stubborn as he was brilliant. He needed to hear it first-hand.

The guards reluctantly let Ven through, after he yelled indignation at them, and soon he had descended a hundred feet through concrete to the chambers housing the United Asian Coalition's most senior members. They were flustered, men in suits and uniforms arguing about the best course of action, large monitors showing views of the battle outside Beijing and – Ven froze as he saw it – the giant woman who was now punching her way through a skyscraper almost twice her height.

He swallowed at the unreal sight, then shouted above the clamour, Chairman Yuan, I bring a report from the front!

We can see what’s happening out there! a general sneered.

How are they doing it? Yuan demanded, though, moving quickly in front of Ven. The chairman was not a large man, with a slender build accentuated by his trim, brown suit. He was young, handsome and perpetually in good humour. Except at this moment, where his hair hung in strands across his face and his skin was pale with concern.

It – Ven struggled to admit it. It’s real, Chairman. I don’t know how, but those monsters are real and they are coming here, right now.

Impossible, Yuan snarled, even as the evidence was right there before him. The rest of the room whispered, some disbelieving, others terrified, but none now raising their voices as they let their leader steer the action. They must be robots or something. These machines have a weakness, I want to know it.

There’s no time, Ven insisted. There is no effective defence that we can –

Air support, Yuan snapped. Where are our planes?

Chairman Yuan, the enemy are already within the city.

And we are beneath half a mile of concrete, General. This is a time to be bold, to show the world that whatever tricks the GVD may conjure, they will not overcome us.

Ven hesitated, reaching the point he had hoped to avoid. By coming in person he thought he might persuade the leadership to safely retreat, and to abandon the city, but he had known this was the more likely possibility. Even if their planes had done