"I ran. Knowing I might trip at any second, knowing I might fall right into the ditch before I saw it, but I ran anyway. The distant roar of wind had become thunder rolling across the plain. And something else was coming with it, something even more frightening. Dawn. It was just a line of lighter grey on the horizon right now, just a slight brightening of the darkness, but it was coming. The safety of the darkness might have been illusory, but it was all I had."
“Cam” Alvarez is a small urban mammal who has honed his techniques of survival in the future megalopolis. He is often poor and hungry and his choices are limited. The “powers that be” have been watching him (as they apparently can do) and the millions like him. His enterprising nature takes him too far over the line and he is given the choice of joining the military as they battle a “give no quarter” enemy or spending the best part of his life in confinement. Lucky for our author, Cam chooses the former.
"“We need warm bodies, and as good as you are in a suit, we’d take you if you were a narcoleptic necrophiliac. But if you ever want to be more, Cameron, if you ever want to be great, either as a Marine or as a man, then you’re going to have to be more than just a talented killer. You’re going to have to become a leader. You’re going to have to decide you’re in the Corps for more than just a ticket out of the Underground, or to avoid prosecution for one crime or another.”"
So we are up and running with a story that rarely pauses to catch its breath.
"“Welcome to Delta, Alvarez. I usually try to have a meeting with every new recruit eventually, but I’m afraid we won’t have the time before we head out.”
“It seems like I got here just in time, sir.” I laughed softly, despite the man’s intimidating presence. It was just too funny not to. “Another couple days, and I’d have missed the boat.” There was something predatory about Covington’s return smile.
“Which might have been our loss, Private, but perhaps your gain.” “No, sir,” I assured him. “I knew I was going to see combat when I joined up. It’s just as well it starts now.”
“Like I always say, son,” he told me, tossing a wave as he walked away, “you only live once…might as well get it over with.
If you like stories about the future space military, you will note that Partlow gets the “vibe” right. There are a lot of facets to being part of a group of fighters and most of those are included:
"Tonight, I heard your squad leaders, your platoon leader, and a platoon sergeant yelling orders, and no one was listening.” He shrugged, hopping down off the rock platform and pacing through the sand. “Maybe they weren’t the best orders, maybe they were stupid orders, but part of the oath you swore when you signed up was to carry out the lawful orders of your superiors. Not just the convenient ones, not just the ones you think you’ll get in trouble if you ignore, but all the lawful orders. So, before any of you start blaming the leaders we appointed for this mission, think about what you did and whether you did everything you could to support them.”"
And
"Coffee is your friend, chow will be meal packets eaten while you work, and sleep will be a rumor. If you’re going to complain, complain to God, or the Commonwealth Space Fleet, whichever you think is likelier to respond.”"
This is the start of Cam Alvarez’s career and it’s a good start. I certainly won’t object to reading another chapter.