Page 6 of Delta Mission
A boy on the tricycle rode past the alley and kept going. He didn’t even glance at Trent’s lifeless body. Poor kid had probably seen more gruesome deaths than I had. And I’d seen more than I could count.
Although Makenna would hate me helping her, I needed to.
I shoved off the wall and a bullet slammed into a rock in front of me, missing my boot by three inches.
Fuck!
I snapped my gaze to the asshole I’d chased into the alley. He fired twice more, missing me by a bee’s dick.
“Fucker.” Jumping to my feet, I aimed my rifle, but the bastard vanished through a doorway.
Shouts from my men, and blasts from a sniper rifle, erupted behind me.
“Move. Move. Get your asses down,” Moose yelled.
“Get that bastard,” Wildman replied.
“Somebody nail that sniper!” I yelled into my mic.
“We’re working on it.” I could hear the grin in Moose’s voice. We hadn’t seen any action in weeks, and Moose was a hothead who got bored easily. Chasing down tangos was what he did best.
Deciding my men could handle one sniper, I sprinted after the asshole who’d taken shots at me. I shoulder charged the wooden door he’d gone through, and the weathered timber burst inward. With my finger on the trigger, I scanned the hut.
It was empty. Four walls. A roof. A dirt floor. Nothing else. Not even a window.
What the fuck.The bastard was a goddamned Houdini.
I raced back into the alley to see if there was another doorway he could have slipped into. But there was only one.
“Where the hell’s that shooter?” Moose’s voice boomed in my ears.
I backed up to a wall, searching for a secret tunnel. “What’ve you got, Moose?”
“Fucking sniper is a ghost.”
“Stop fucking around and get him. I have a tango of my own,” I said. “Keep me posted.”
“Roger that.”
Near the Hummers, the kid on the tricycle had his feet on the ground and looked like he was staring right through me. Bullets punched into the bullet-proof windshield of the Hummer behind him, and the kid didn’t even flinch.
Clutching my rifle, I marched back into the empty shelter where the asshole had vanished and frowned.
Where the hell did he go?
I kicked the base of the walls, searching for a hidden doorway. Nothing. I stepped back, and the floor sagged beneath my boot.
A fake floor. The sneaky fuckers had glued dirt to the covering to make it look like the rest of the floor. I stomped my boot and the floor collapsed beneath me.
Clawing at the edges, I cried out as I fell into a pit. My rifle strap snagged on something, halting my fall.
Dangling midair, I searched the blackness around me, but couldn’t see a fucking thing.
A bullet slammed into my chest.
Fuck!
The Kevlar saved me. It still hurt like hell.
