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. . .
glass slashed the right side of his face. The technical that had fired the machine gun was turned sideways to block him—he wasn’t going to be able to get past it. It was either jump free, crash into the technical, or . . . He took the third option, and turned sharply, driving the vehicle right through the middle of the Sludge Packer Bar and Grill. He smashed through the front of the building, so that splintered panels flew past, and one sharp timber stabbed through his broken window, jabbing
give Jasper that message!” “You got it, Mordecai!” With that, Tyno cut the connection. Mordecai leaned back, chewing a lip. He hoped Jasper took the bait. “Technicals driving outta Tumessa up ahead! Coming out that way!” “Yeah, I’ve been expecting ’em.” “Kill ’em?” “No! We’re outgunned and . . . no, we gotta play this cool! Let me deal with it! Oh—and quick . . . slow down, stop, and put on your disguise! The goggles and the mask!” “But they stink of Bruiser!” “Gotta tough it out, pal!
notorious, after kicking Gynella’s ass. I had a guy here tell me about that fight. He’s dead now, of course, but he described it quite vividly. She’s pretty badass, I’ll admit that much.” “Tell you what, let me get her out of Jasper’s clutches and I’ll bring her here, we’ll fight a good long arena battle for you. Regular rates and whatever else.” “Hmmm, well . . .” Mordecai knew Moxxi all too well and he could guess what was going through her mind: Get the bitch here, sabotage her in the
scorched trucks bumped along over the debris in the streets, now and then crushing a body as they came. Daphne had picked up scraps of news as she’d skulked stealthily from shadow to shadow, in the ruins of Gunsight. She’d heard the stragglers talking, coming back from the battlefield, telling the few survivors of the battleship attack on the town what had happened. Jasper had gone to Corpse Crevice, expecting to catch Reamus there, unawares—and had been caught himself, ambushed by Reamus’s men
frowning. They were standing close together by the hood of the vehicle. “That vehicle about ready for use?” Fluron asked. “Just now finished it up,” said a man in goggles, his lower lip ripped away in some fight. He nodded toward Daphne. “What’s she doing here, Fluron?” “Never mind,” Fluron said, trying to sound imperious but sounding nervous. “I’ll be requisitioning that vehicle.” “You mean you want it now? But the Crusher is moving! You can’t be driving down a ramp while we’re moving!”