Lick and the Invasion: The Counterstrike (Book 3) (A Humorous Science Fiction Adventure): Lick and the Invasion, #3

By Lick Darsey

Me, Fanger and Jack learned during our interrogation and torture session them alien critters were full of surprises. We decided it was time for us to start playing offense. We drank a ton of moonshine and devised us a strategy to attack them alien critters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bright Aurora Media
• Release date: May 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223004615

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Lick and the Invasion

LICK AND THE INVASION

THE COUNTERSTRIKE

LICK DARSEY

BOOK 3

CONTENTS

Introduction

The Trojan Horse

Confined

Nuclear Option

Requisitioned

Also By Lick Darsey / R.D.Smith / Rob Douglas

Note to Readers

INTRODUCTION

Me, Fanger and Jack learned during our interrogation and torture session them alien critters were full of surprises. We decided it was time for us to start playing offense. We drank a ton of moonshine and devised us a strategy to attack them alien critters.

THE TROJAN HORSE

Me, Fanger and Jack headed back to Jack’s place to recover. After interrogating and torturing naked Bill Cooper went sideways on us we had a lot of strategizing to do. And a lot of new intel to work with too. Them alien critters was after a whoop ass device me and Fanger built. Maybe. Problem was neither one of us could remember how we did it or where we put it. This shit happened a lot when was dranking and inventing. We used to find all kinda thangs around the junkyard. A couple of times we were lucky not to get caught in one of our own booby traps. We just considered that shit training though. Kept us on our toes. We knew from experience trying to force a memory wasn’t gonna work. We just had to keep dranking and keep waiting to remember something useful.

The three of us figured it was best to focus on what we knew and could remember. We learned from our last encounter them alien critters was ready to step it up a notch and that the black ooze shit wasn’t working as good as it used to. We all agreed it was time we stepped it up a notch ourselves. We was done running and hiding from them sumbitches. So we drank a shit ton of moonshine and worked up our next strategy.

The plan was just like me and Fanger liked them. Simple. Git to the source to end all of this shit. To do that we had to board one of them big ass lights in the sky. We all agreed that had to be the next move. But Fanger and Jack had a heated argument going about the finer points of the plan.

I’m tellin’ ya, Fanger, there ain’t no sense in attacking them thangs until we know what the hell they are. Jack sat in the corner of his garage tinkering with one of his drones. We need to do more recon first.

I’m purt near wore out on this recon shit, Fanger said, shifting in the lounge chair to look back at Jack. We need to haul ass in there and attack them critters.

But we don’t know how to git on one of them ships, Jack said.

Trojan horse. Fanger laid back, sipped his shine and chuckled under his breathe. We remembered the trojan horse thang from school cause of the funny name.

Jack stood up, snatched up his drone and remote and headed for the door. He glanced over at me, shook his head and slipped outside.

You know I’m with ya, Fanger, I said, looking up from the silver bullets I was pouring, The trojan horse thang worked for them Greek fellers. No reason it won’t work for us. I couldn’t help but chuckle too. It was hard to say that name without laughing a little.

Yep. Fanger swollered his last swoller of moonshine, sat the jar on the table and rocked up to his feet. Let’s git to work on the MTRV.

I finished off the last silver bullet, swollered my last swoller of shine and headed out the door with Fanger. We was gonna trick them alien critters good with our trojan horse. Just like them Greek fellers.

Me and Fanger ignored Jack’s whining and he finally agreed to the plan. We all loaded into the MTRV to start prepping. We cruised out to the country, keeping off them alien critter’s radar, hitting conveniences stores for food and drank supplies and pawn shops for weapons and ammo. Several of the smaller shops way out in the sticks was