Anoushka Demaine and her fearsome tank squad know war. Thirty years ago, for a reasonable rate, they could be hired to fight for anyone. Now, with the war between Rammelstaad and the orcs threatening to spread, Anoushka wants to get the team back together.
But it was a lot easier to be a hero back then. Because not only does Rammelstaad’s queen want her enemies vanquished; now she wants the story of her victories read far and wide. Any would-be champions for the realm must be joined by a bard who will write their story—with enough spin to inspire awe and fear.
Anoushka’s squad trust the slippery bard Ruprecht LeFevre about as far as they can throw him, but she knows she and her squad can get the job done—even if the bard turns their efforts into pulpy trash. They’ll cooperate if it lets them go back to the good old days of bullets, blood, and rock ’n’ roll.
Five squaddies, a bard, and a dog.
Their target: some necromancer.
Great. Got it. Get in the tank.