The Betrayed Series: Ultimate Omnibus Collection With EXCLUSIVE Post-Shiva Short Story by Carolyn McCray
Authors: Carolyn McCray
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drawing a line of fire across his bicep. Returning fire, he fell behind the oil barrels and rolled. The fucker had snuck up behind him. Glancing to the wound, Brandt reloaded as gunfire peppered the canisters. Several rounds made it through, leaking oil onto the floor. This cover was never meant to stand up to heavy fire.
After the first five men were taken out, Brandt had run out of tricks. His team was just going to have grunt out this fight.
Off to the left, Lopez fended off two men. Brandt didn’t have to see him to know who was shooting. The Latino could fire off more rounds per second than the gun manufacturer would believe possible. On the other hand, Svengurd’s clicked off very controlled bursts. Brandt and Corporal Precision were gunning for the same creep.
In the heat of battle, he had lost track of the fourth gunman. Which could prove to be deadly.
Brandt had heard nothing from Davidson, but he refused to believe the kid had gone down. The private was just doing his job. Practicing patience. Waiting for his shot. Waiting for the right moment to reveal his position. Hopefully, Davidson wouldn’t wait much longer.
But what about Monroe? Not a peep from the doctor. Had she stayed put? Had he even made the right decision to park her in the wreckage? At the time, it had felt like the only logical solution. He could fight so much more effectively without having to worry about protecting her, but now…
She was out there alone. Weaponless. Scared.
Pushing back the image of her smoke-smudged face, Brandt fired over the barrels, keeping his assailant on his toes. Worrying wasn’t his style, and patience certainly wasn’t his virtue. Maintaining the status quo didn’t appeal to him either. Given enough time, the enemy would leverage their superior equipment into a victory, knocking his team off one by one.
Clearly the bastards had advanced mobile detection equipment, while they, well, they were blind.
He was going to have to change that.
* * *
Rebecca’s stare bordered on morbid fascination as the dot closed in. The doctor knew it was silly to hold her breath, but she just couldn’t exhale. Then the man stopped. Rebecca blinked and blinked again, but he held his ground. Why had he halted? She checked the other dots. They were still over on the other side of the hangar.
Wiping the dust that rained down from the wreckage off the screen, Rebecca wanted to make sure there wasn’t a glitch. But sure enough, the dot stayed put. Had he lost his infrared feed? Why else would he stop before taking out a sitting duck like her?
Swiping away paint chips, Rebecca stifled a sneeze. Now would not be the time for a hay fever attack. Then a pebble hit her head. What the hell? With great effort, she took her eyes off the screen and glanced upward, but she found only the metal maze above her head. It both sheltered and trapped her.
Glancing back at the screen, she found the dot had moved a single step forward and then stopped. Could he be getting instructions from his superiors? She had so little experience with such things.
Rebecca stifled a squeak as something quite a bit larger than a pebble hit her head. This time she stared above her. Was the ceiling collapsing? It would be about the right time for something else disastrous to happen.
Squinting, she could make out an object far above her, nestled in the rafters. She looked back at the screen. Only the goon outside to worry about. And he hadn’t moved a single inch. Getting braver, Rebecca stared above her. Was there movement?
Then the most wonderful thing happened. A smile shone from the darkness. Now that she had a landmark, Rebecca could make out a man, well camouflaged, hiding high up in the rafters.
Rank: Private. Name: Davidson.
Rebecca had no idea how he had hidden himself from the infrared, but nevertheless a guardian angel watched over her through the lattice-like metal. She started to reposition herself, but the private ever so slightly shook his
After the first five men were taken out, Brandt had run out of tricks. His team was just going to have grunt out this fight.
Off to the left, Lopez fended off two men. Brandt didn’t have to see him to know who was shooting. The Latino could fire off more rounds per second than the gun manufacturer would believe possible. On the other hand, Svengurd’s clicked off very controlled bursts. Brandt and Corporal Precision were gunning for the same creep.
In the heat of battle, he had lost track of the fourth gunman. Which could prove to be deadly.
Brandt had heard nothing from Davidson, but he refused to believe the kid had gone down. The private was just doing his job. Practicing patience. Waiting for his shot. Waiting for the right moment to reveal his position. Hopefully, Davidson wouldn’t wait much longer.
But what about Monroe? Not a peep from the doctor. Had she stayed put? Had he even made the right decision to park her in the wreckage? At the time, it had felt like the only logical solution. He could fight so much more effectively without having to worry about protecting her, but now…
She was out there alone. Weaponless. Scared.
Pushing back the image of her smoke-smudged face, Brandt fired over the barrels, keeping his assailant on his toes. Worrying wasn’t his style, and patience certainly wasn’t his virtue. Maintaining the status quo didn’t appeal to him either. Given enough time, the enemy would leverage their superior equipment into a victory, knocking his team off one by one.
Clearly the bastards had advanced mobile detection equipment, while they, well, they were blind.
He was going to have to change that.
* * *
Rebecca’s stare bordered on morbid fascination as the dot closed in. The doctor knew it was silly to hold her breath, but she just couldn’t exhale. Then the man stopped. Rebecca blinked and blinked again, but he held his ground. Why had he halted? She checked the other dots. They were still over on the other side of the hangar.
Wiping the dust that rained down from the wreckage off the screen, Rebecca wanted to make sure there wasn’t a glitch. But sure enough, the dot stayed put. Had he lost his infrared feed? Why else would he stop before taking out a sitting duck like her?
Swiping away paint chips, Rebecca stifled a sneeze. Now would not be the time for a hay fever attack. Then a pebble hit her head. What the hell? With great effort, she took her eyes off the screen and glanced upward, but she found only the metal maze above her head. It both sheltered and trapped her.
Glancing back at the screen, she found the dot had moved a single step forward and then stopped. Could he be getting instructions from his superiors? She had so little experience with such things.
Rebecca stifled a squeak as something quite a bit larger than a pebble hit her head. This time she stared above her. Was the ceiling collapsing? It would be about the right time for something else disastrous to happen.
Squinting, she could make out an object far above her, nestled in the rafters. She looked back at the screen. Only the goon outside to worry about. And he hadn’t moved a single inch. Getting braver, Rebecca stared above her. Was there movement?
Then the most wonderful thing happened. A smile shone from the darkness. Now that she had a landmark, Rebecca could make out a man, well camouflaged, hiding high up in the rafters.
Rank: Private. Name: Davidson.
Rebecca had no idea how he had hidden himself from the infrared, but nevertheless a guardian angel watched over her through the lattice-like metal. She started to reposition herself, but the private ever so slightly shook his
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