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Reggie vs. Kaiju Storm Chimera Wolf

Storyworld: Daikaiju Universe | Series Name:
Reading Order: 1 | Stand Alone? Yes
Genres: Fiction, Kaiju Fiction, Speculative Fiction | Editions: Audiobooks, E-Book

“Reggie vs. Kaiju Storm Chimera Wolf!” It’s kind of a love story… with giant monsters!

Fans of Pacific Rim, Godzilla, and giant monster / kaiju films will enjoy this giant monster short story…

It takes a kaiju storm to bring Reggie Samson back to his old hometown… and the girl he left but never let go.

What connects all three?

Reggie had better figure it out before Kaiju Storm Chimera Wolf destroys them all!

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An Excerpt from
Reggie vs. Kaiju Storm Chimera Wolf

Reggie and Ben arrived in Dana Cove, California six hours after the kaiju storm had come and gone.

This was actually pretty good time. There was rarely any advance warning of a manifestation, but fortunately seismic sensors planted offshore triggered storm sirens as soon as the beast roughly slouched onto the continental shelf. Most folks in the projected path had time to jolt out of bed and head elsewhere.

The marines at Camp Pendleton had mobilized, but the thing was too quick. A kaiju might appear ponderous and slow on the evening news, but their ridiculous size meant they covered a lot of ground in a very short time. They also didn’t tend to dawdle. With occasional exceptions, they made a bee-line for whatever drew them out, destroyed it, then either turned back the way they came or kept going until they inexplicably disappeared.

This one showed up at three that morning. Reggie got the call at three fifteen, which wasn’t so bad, because he hadn’t been able to sleep anyway. Giant monster attacks beat staring at the ceiling and dwelling on the past any day of the week.

By the time he and Ben were in the plane and on their way to John Wayne Airport, everything was over. The freeway south was hopelessly tangled with traffic. Considering their destination and who he might find there, Reggie didn’t mind the delay so much.

When they finally made the scene, the swath was overrun with post-responders, swarms of insurance agents, FEMA officials, and the media. The post-responder command center took over the athletic field of a high school that sat on a hilltop overlooking Dana Cove. Ben drove into the lot and parked behind an Abrams tank.

Reggie, who had been mostly quiet for the drive, tried to snap out of it when they got out of the car. He hooked a thumb at the tank.

“Remember the first time you saw one of these babies up close?” He grinned. “I used to think they were so big..!”

“Toenail big,” Ben nodded. “Here come our guys.”

A tall, thin man with a disheveled comb-over strode toward them, palm outstretched. Just behind him came an older man in field military dress.

“Ned Yarborough, FEMA,” said the thin man. “This is Colonel Gredley.”

They shook hands in turn.

“I’m Reggie Samson, and this is my partner, Ben Handell.”

Yarborough looked past them to their car. “You came in that?”

Reggie and Ben exchanged a glance. “It’s a rental,” said Reggie.

Yarborough shrugged. “I guess I was expecting one of those VTOL, mecha-things…”

Reggie grinned. “We don’t get to play with those toys in our division. Besides, the manifestation didn’t really last long enough for engagement, isn’t that correct?”

Colonel Gredley nodded economically. “That is correct. Your engagement team at the base is on standby if there should be a need.”

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Ben said.

Yarborough led them through the impromptu village of broad white tents, rows of outhouses, sensor towers, and heavy weapons installations that had obliterated the turf of the high school athletic field. They stopped at the fence on the edge of the hilltop.

“You can get a pretty good look at the swath, here.”

On a day without monsters, it would have been a nice view. You could see most of the town center and all the way to Pacific Coast Highway and the misty ocean beyond. A wide, flat, smoking scar of ruin cut from the water to a shopping center half a mile inland.

Ben said, “Must have gone back to the water.”

“Yeah…” Reggie considered the gaping crater at the end of the swath. It had been a grocery store, if he remembered right. “Look at that. I call digger.” He turned to their escorts. “Any eyewitness reports?”

“Nothing detailed,” Yarborough said with a glance at Gredley, whose head jerked up and down. “It was dark, and power was cut as soon as they knew the thing was coming. Plus, no moon last night.”

Cutting power was always a good idea—it helped limit fires to those caused by ruptured natural gas lines. One orange torch speared up from the swath, but it could have been a lot worse. Reggie wasn’t really surprised that his old stomping grounds (he chuckled inwardly at the expression) had its act together. There were over sixty years of worldwide collective experience to draw on, especially for coastal communities.

“Rough idea?”

Gredley rubbed the silver stubble on his chin. “Well, the reports we’ve gathered indicate it apparently had tentacles, but arms, too—and a head like a wolf.”

Ben looked at Gredley, and then at the huge sinkhole down the hill. A thin layer of smoke hung over it. “Like a wolf?”

Ben’s great grandfather had been there for one of Fenris’ first manifestations in 1945. Reggie himself had been unlucky enough to see the kaiju in Berlin, in ’89. But Fenris didn’t have tentacles.

“That’s all I know. There’re some folks here—locals—who might have a better idea.”

Reggie stared down the hill. The kaiju had stayed pretty close to Doheney Park Road, leaving the street a broken, muddy morass. It took out most of the shopping center, too, but seemed to focus on the grocery store. Would Henry’s Mast still be there? Had Gwen worked the bar last night?

He pursed his lips and sighed through his nose.

“Let’s go take a look at the hole.”

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