Page 88 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“They didn’t work?” Chance asked, peering over the car he was behind.

Magic growled. “They broke them when fighting me.” In temper, he threw one to the floor and stamped on it. A mass of explosions sounded on the road, and everyone crouched low. With a grin, Magic repeated his actions, and a second round went off.

“Yee-haw motherfuckers. You don’t come to my city and start shit!” Magic boomed, pounding his chest.

“Shoot me now,” Chatter moaned, and Jailbait offered him his flask. Chatter took a healthy swallow and handed it back.

“Boom, Boom, shake da room!” Zippy yelled, opening fire on the Fangs still standing.

“Christ,” Sunny complained.

Jailbait handed him the flask, and Sunny downed a mouthful.

“Get down!” Rooster screamed.

They hit the ground hard as they were sprayed with bullets from a machine gun mounted on a jeep.

“That’s not playing fair!” Magic bitched as there was an explosion close by.

Chance twisted his head and noticed several bodies nearby. His heart leapt into his mouth as he saw Tiny and Banshee lying amongst them.

Tiny groaned and moved and shoved Banshee off him, who also moaned.

“No!” Jailbait hissed as he scrambled across to his fallen men.

“Fire back, shoot!” Chance yelled even as his ears rang. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Jailbait as he checked Judgement, Joker, Inferno, and Rebel.

“Rebel’s alive,” Jailbait called.

Tiny sat up with blood pouring from his head.

“Get Banshee and Rebel to the ambo point,” Chance ordered Tiny. Tiny looked like he was having trouble focusing, but he nodded. Grief was etched deep in Jailbait’s face as he closed the eyes of his three fallen brothers.

Shit had just got real.

Bullets flew back and forth, and Chance heard a gurgled cry and saw Breaker hit the floor with a bullet through his chest. Breaker grinned once, shut his eyes, and stopped breathing.

They were being slaughtered. Despite having taken out over half the attacking force with the mines, the Venomous Fangs were holding their own. And there were still more of them.

Magic leapt to his feet with a rocket launcher and fired two, one after another, before hitting the ground again. To Chance’s surprise, Magic pulled a remote from his cut and began playing with it.

“Magic, this ain’t the fuckin’ time!” Chance hissed,disturbed.

“Brother, it’s the perfect time,” Magic said, pointing upwards. Chance spotted four drones flying over head carrying a basket. He watched as they headed towards the Fangs and hovered over them.

The baskets they were holding opened, and mini rockets fell from them. Half the Fangs scrambled away, but the rest died as they exploded on impact.

Chance heard a yell and saw Fanatic leap to his feet. He fired several rounds and ducked back down, and grinned at Chance.

“Scattershot, Magic has rounds with it in,” Fanatic announced.

“Keep your fuckin’ head down!” Chance ordered.

Fanatic shrugged, popped his head up, and started shooting.

Did nobody follow instructions? Chance wondered as he tackled his nephew. “Keep your head down.”

Fanatic began to glower, and then his eyes widened as glass shattered above him. “Point made, Uncle.”

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