Gunsight (Borderlands, Book 3)
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Mordecai and Daphne have gotten themselves in a tough spot near the highly dangerous town of Gunsight, one of the most remote outposts on the planet Pandora, out in the boonies of the boonies of the Borderlands. Daphne has been taken prisoner by Jasper, a local warlord who controls the area around Gunsight . . . except for that other settlement, the former mining town Tumessa. There’s some kind of big secret operation going on in Tumessa—another warlord, a particularly mutated Psycho named Reamus, is somehow making money. And he’s been relentlessly raiding Gunsight and kidnapping Jasper’s people. Jasper may be scum, but he needs those people for raids on other towns, so it all has to balance out. Mordecai needs to negotiate for Daphne’s release, but now the only way he’ll ever see her alive again is to kill his way into Tumessa, find out what’s going on there, and report back to Jasper—only then will Mordecai get a paycheck and the girl. Mordecai doesn’t want the job, but he is pretty devoted to Daphne . . . and somehow, he just might be able to turn this entire mess to his advantage. . .
looking for a good place to dart between the shacks, reloading his machine pistol as he went. Suddenly a large vehicle roared toward him from downhill—it was a Bandit technical, basically an armored truck with a machine gun mounted on the roof. Manning the machine gun was a guard with a fin of black hair on an otherwise bald head, and beside the gunner stood Gergle, gleefully pointing at Mordecai and shouting, “There he is, I told ya so!” Mordecai sighed. He was between a SlagSlug and an
intersect the small caravan of trucks. The Reamus Reamers passed the outcropping and were still headed toward Tumessa. Mordecai jammed after Brick in the outrunner, trying to raise him on the ECHO. “Brick? You there? Don’t just blow up those trucks! We need ’em!” And he didn’t want to have to give all his med hypos to a bunch of crippled prisoners. But he knew he would if he had to. Maybe Daphne was right, maybe he was too softhearted. Brick fired a shell from the outrider and Mordecai
And we’ll see. But you better think hard about it on this little party trip of yours—” “It’s not a party trip, dammit!” “Yeah, right! You’re going to see that bitch Moxxi. She never did give up on you, and she wants you back in her clutches!” Mordecai rolled his eyes. “Don’t start with Moxxi again! I’m not going to see Moxxi! I mean—I might stop in her place for a drink but . . .” “Like there’s only one place to drink in that town?” “Hey, she’s an old friend of mine—but a drink is all it’ll
locked into leaden clouds and a razor-edged wind hissed past from the north, making Mordecai’s nose and ears sting. Midday, they encountered a Drifter, moving like a marionette across the tundra on its long, long legs; like a dinosaur-sized daddy longlegs, it towered over them and spewed acid—as the Claptrap skillfully drove under it, between its legs, the acid sizzling the ground behind them. Brick fired at it with the turret, to little noticeable effect. They quickly left the Drifter behind,
arrow flashed past him from that direction. He glimpsed a Tunnel Rat, face hidden in a gas mask, coming at him with a crossbow in its hands. The arrow struck the hull and exploded, too close to Mordecai for comfort, the shock wave knocking him down. He rolled, letting go of the rocket launcher, and pulled his machine pistol. “We’re supposed to be allies, you damned fool!” Mordecai said. The Tunnel Rat jeered, “Food cannot be my ally! The Chief Engineer said if we saw you—we could kill you, too!