by Angela White
Marc took the brunt of the hit in the shoulder as the second half of the colony flew in low and hard. Bats bounced of him, flying, scattering across the area with screams of merciless hunger and endless misery.
They stayed down until the sound of the wings began to draw upward, then they gained their feet and Angela brought up the shield.
A small group of trapped bats slammed into the shield near them, and fell to the earth with crushed skulls and shattered wings.
Above the camp, the colony circled, preparing for another strike. The lead scouts sent radar and came back with a barrier, but it was too late to stop the incoming rush of blood-crazed bats. They slammed into the barrier like a bomb blast.
More than half of the colony hit the shield around Safe Haven, shaking the ground it rested on. Those closest to the edges were thrown to the dirt as the dome shifted sideways from the force of the impact, but it held.
Angela swayed as the sound of dropping corpses and splattering guts echoed.
Denied their newly discovered food source, the screeching colony regrouped to circle the camp and send sonar. At the first sign of weakness, they would swarm again.
Adrian’s mind insisted it was really happening. The shield was a solid, crimson wall of protection that wouldn’t even let the sight of the sky through. On the other side, the bats were still there, waiting restlessly to be fed. As soon as the camp began to realize what it was, Angela would be in danger. They would all assume it was her doing.
Marc grabbed Adrian’s arm, leaning close. “We built it–the Eagles. Get that spreading now!”
Before Adrian could respond, another shout ripped into their minds.
Mom!
Angela turned that way, and Marc put a hand on her arm. “I’ll go. If he was hurt, Dog would be calling.”
Angela agreed, knowing Adrian needed her help. Injured camp members were all around them.
“It’s like nature’s feeding on us, when she gets hungry,” she gasped.
“No. She’s making rounds of the dwindling herd of humanity, taking out as many as she can during each blow. We aren’t the only ones suffering her wrath.”
Adrian’s answer was chilling.
Angela shared a helpless look with the leader, and then they cleared their expressions, gathered their priorities, and began helping their people. It was hard work, done while listening to the remaining bat colony circling above and screeching in hungry dissatisfaction.
Kenn appeared at Adrian’s side a bit later, Tonya in tow. “They’re not going away.”
Adrian waved Zack off to work on the list, and Kenn got his notebook out, ready to take down the solution he was sure Adrian had in mind.
But Adrian was struggling. All those bodies!
“Ready, Boss.”
The bats were flying down for another round of sonar, the clicks and high-pitched cries sending shudders through the survivors.
“Boss?” Kenn blocked the view of the dead, big body standing in Adrian’s line of sight. It was one thing that their leader would always react to.
Adrian slammed his lids shut, willing the pain back enough to think. The bats weren’t going away, and the camp was discovering the shield–already starting to avoid Angela as she helped those who were down. The rumors while under attack from the slavers had reached enough ears to be a problem now. What had to come first?
Protecting her.
Adrian waved Zack over and pointed toward Angela. “Stay by her, as close as you can until this is over.”
Kenn heard the protective order and started writing as Adrian began giving instructions, frowning. Why did Adrian’s first thoughts always cover her?
Angela spun around at that thought, glaring. “Why not? Yours never did!”
Adrian grinned at the open anger, hitting his radio. “That shield we made won’t hold for long. Camp members to the mess, Eagles to the bonfire.”
Adrian’s expression said he now had a plan to handle the colony circling above the shielded camp.
As he went to the com truck, Billy couldn’t stop from taking quick peeks at the shield, even though they were supposed to be pretending as if they’d helped to build it. The Eagle didn’t realize that in a way, they had. It wasn’t just the leaders who created magic, but the people they brought together and the things that came from those connections, that made it possible.
“What happens when we open it and they swarm down?” Kenn asked.
“We catch them. In these.” Adrian held up one of the crates. “And then we roast them.”
8
Kyle helped Jennifer up, not liking the ashen color of her skin. He slid a bloody hand around her waist, directing them toward the medical tent.
Jennifer stopped, tugging on his arm. “Hang on.”
“I can’t. I have to go help Adrian, and you need the doctor.”
Jennifer was still concentrating on her breathing. “I’m not in labor. No pain now, just a little queasy from lying down under the table.”
Kyle was torn. “Are you sure?”
“I’m fine.” Jennifer hid her clenched hands. “Go do your job.”
Kyle leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Go to John.”
He took off toward the center of the devastated camp.
As soon as he was out of sight, Jennifer moved toward the semi that the vet was still hiding in. “Come out. I need you to tell me something that no one else will.”
The semi door slowly rolled up, and Chris’s surly countenance appeared. “What?”
Jennifer tried to sound like she wouldn’t accept a lie. “How will Kyle honor his end of our deal?”
Chris instantly hated her distress and the man who was causing it. “He’ll use one of the whores who know it doesn’t mean anything. That’s what all of them do.”
9
“All right, watch Kenn and Brady for the setup and brace for a kick. The air-pressurized cans have recoil.”
The ten Eagles lined up on the far side of the fire, exchanging nervous, excited glances. This was one of the moments they’d signed up for–to discover if they had the steel to meet this new world and come out on the other side.
Shadows flickered eerily as they waited for Arian’s call, the bats above and the roaring of the now triple-sized bonfire the only noise.
“You ready?”
Samantha nodded, aware that Jeremy still wanted to protest. They had the camp members under canvas, the injured dragged inside, and now, they would take out the threat. Because of her time logged on hunting runs, Samantha been given the honor of helping to light the nets once the bats were trapped. “Yes.”
Adrian made eye contact with each of the team before holding up his hand, calming them and steeling nerves. When it dropped, the attack would resume.
It is my job.
Both unaware of the new battle about to begin, Dog followed Charlie’s angry march through the livestock perimeter, still stinging from his father’s laughter at finding the wolf sitting on him. All Marc had said was for him to get to the medical tent and help. He hadn’t even told the wolf to get up!
You’re going the wrong way. The master said go to the medical man.
“Bug off, Dog!”
Pups! the wolf snorted angrily. Didn’t Charlie understand the gates were opening? Nature was furious with man’s constant destruction. If she had her way, nightmares would be reality all the time.
Charlie marched faster, face a red glare that ignored gestures and shouts being thrown at him from crowded tent flaps. He’d spent the entire attack on the ground! Dog had no right to–
“Eeeekkkk!”
Charlie looked up in time to see the crimson shield flutter…and then vanish.
Run!
Dog’s order was followed by a hard nudge that got Charlie’s feet moving. The battle wasn’t over.
The bats swarmed down in a violent rush of hunger, and the teenager found himself once again being smothered by the wolf’s weight.
“Damn it!” Angela yelled.
Marc dropped his net and took off after her as she dodged the wings and ran for Charlie’s frantic shouts. What the hell was he still doing out in the open?
10
The Eagles hit the ground as the colony came in low and hard, and then jumped to their feet, hoisting guns loaded with nets.
Adrian held his button in. “Wait for it… Hold… Hold…”
The bats hit the empty camp and screeched in fury as they searched for food. Tents collapsed, and thuds and bangs echoed as they flew into trucks and trees in the chaos. The colony remerged on the updraft and circled back for the downward spiral that would drive the Eagles away from the huge bonfire, making the people easier targets.
“Hold...”
Lined up behind the fire, ten men tightened their fingers on the triggers.
The bats swarmed toward the center of camp, drawn by the sounds and movements of the waiting team.
“Hold…”
They neared fifty feet, and Adrian called, “Fire!”
Nets and alcohol flew out, widening as they went, to catch the brunt of the colony in the first shots. The nets brought the flying line to a halt and actually drove the first bunch into those behind them. More nets flew in from the sides, creating a trap.
Heavy bundles of rope fell into the roaring fire that Adrian had made them extend. The smell of roasting wings and fur permeated the air as the alcohol-doused nets (Sam’s very effective spray gun idea) caught fire. The screeching was endless.
“Fire!” Adrian ordered.
Kenn and Kyle hit the secondary net guns, and another large cluster of bats was brought down, hitting the edge of the flames and bouncing away in squalling protest.
“Get the ends!” Adrian shouted.
Daryl and Shawn quickly dragged the screeching net into the flames, gloves protecting their skin.
Adrian fired the last net-shell, wishing for a dozen more. After this, they were down to brooms and tennis rackets.
Adrian nodded at Angela, and she brought the shield back up. The shield became solid, the crimson edges already tinted in that green and gold. Bats slammed into it with splatters and satisfying cracks.
Most of the colony had been caught in the first 15’ x 15’ net to fly at them, and nearly all the rest were in other nets and burning. Less than a hundred were flying around the camp in search of an escape.
Adrian hit his radio. “Take ‘em out!”
Eagles came from the tents with tennis rackets, brooms, torches, and even lighters with cans of hairspray, determined to eliminate their share.
?
As things wound down, Adrian evaluated his camp and found it devastated.
Unlike during the sinkhole, when only two small areas had been affected, the entire camp, from one end to the other, was now a complete shambles. Tents were down, some smoldering and splattered in bat blood. Animals were running loose, a few down, and the Eagles were walking the camp, killing any bats they found feasting on the animals or bodies.
They had begun to count for everyone, but the mechanic and his wife had been found a few minutes ago outside their charred tent. They had been crushed in the first stampede when the bats attacked. They would join the three men who’d given their lives to protect others, and the five members of his herd who been caught in the crossfire of this newest war.
Samantha stayed in front of Adrian as the Eagles gave a sitrep, not wanting him to stare at the sheet-covered bodies. Ten more lives lost. That he was failing them, was the clearest thought in his head, and she moved closer, determined to use whatever she thought might work to distract him.
Samantha didn’t realize that she’d read him, like Angela was always doing.
Neither did he.
“Didn’t know they were doing something that big!”
“Good thing.”
“Yeah, but doesn’t that mean we’re locked in?”
Camp members were staring at the shield in amazement. The questions and comments would have to be addressed, but the coming of dawn’s light wasn’t far off and Adrian wanted it left up until then.
“What happens when they realize they can’t touch it?” Samantha asked. “They can walk through it.”
Adrian gestured to where that was currently being explored by Zack’s three boys. The trio was placing their palms against it and being stopped.
Sam grunted. “Okay, so we could keep them here, but I don’t understand how it knows not to let the boys through, but it will let us.”
The man appearing on Adrian’s right for a sitrep answered, “Because Angela controls it. She makes it solid or transparent. She also feeds from it.”
The others gaped at Kenn’s open words, but Adrian’s mind was racing. He would have a lot of shit to shovel to cover this one, but so far, it would work. No one was muttering about Angela or avoiding contact as she and a bloody Brady escorted Charlie to the main tents.
Looks like they had a close call, Samantha thought as she caught sight of Dog limping behind them in pride. The four of them made a striking group moving through camp.
Sam felt Adrian’s breath catch. He looked old in the dim light. All the stress wasn’t being kind to their hard-assed leader. The misery coming from him begged for a solution, and Sam quietly delivered the best advice she could think of. “Stay busy. I know how this sucks.”
Adrian was humbled as she went to help Cynthia. These people had been beaten, broken when they arrived here, but that wasn’t the case anymore. He’d done right by them and they’d grown into their destiny. If only he could have the same luck with Conner when they were reunited. That time was weeks away now, finally, and Adrian was terrified of the hate that had to be waiting for him.
Since they’d taken out the slavers, everything was chaos, and people were anticipating life settling down. The problem was that they had also begun to doubt that it was possible with so many secrets out in the open. A few more, and the camp would be too off balance to allow Adrian’s leadership to be effective. He needed a way to bring them together…or to abdicate and let someone else do it. That was an unspoken thought among all his army these days, but it wasn’t Kenn that their eyes went to.
The camp had the same opinion, though a different choice. Despite Kenn staying by Adrian’s side, the camp was already showing a liking for Marc choosing to go help his family during the crisis. It was fine to have loyalty, but those who weren’t Eagles wanted men in charge who would put their loved ones first. It was a sense that Adrian took to heart. When they found out he’d left Conner waiting, to care for this camp instead, it would be the final straw.
The blond leader wiped a hand across his brow, glad the dead had been covered. Maybe being out of command would be a good thing. All he seemed to be able to do right now was get people killed, and Adrian had little doubt that eliminating so many men, so openly, had caused it. He no longer felt like one of the good guys.
12
Jeremy dropped his clothes into the fire. They were covered in blood–human and other.
As he walked through the devastated camp, Jeremy’s mind was on the conversations that he’d overheard while protecting Samantha. He’d been trying very hard to leave her alone, and found himself paying more attention to the herd than he usually did.
“Bet this stuff wouldn’t happen in the mountains. Not the sinkholes, not the animals, and we can defend that!”
“What about the cave-ins?”
“Smaller risks there than what we’re having now.”
“We’re a target.”
“A lot of people think so.”
Like Adrian, Jeremy knew these people would pick the mountains and it had become real tonight, listening to Adrian lay it out to those who he let draw him into brief conversations. Anything to keep from facing the latest deaths.
They’d lost twice as many as they’d originally thought, most of them from a senior tent that had been unprotected. A large portion of the deflected colony had flown in there and been discovered long after the rest h
ad been burned.
Jeremy forced his mind from the awful memory that he was sure he would dream about tonight, to the next problem he had to handle. He was about to be cooped-up inside a mountain, with only ghosts for company.
His mind showed him that other moment again, the one that had ruined his life and sent him to the seedier side of things. That had been the day he’d lost Mira.
The ski lift had malfunctioned, sending them both from the seat. They’d lain on the side of the slope for hours before anyone came, hours where he’d watched her die and developed a loathing for the location. Afterwards, even when the Inspector said his fooling around and rocking the seat hadn’t mattered, Jeremy hadn’t been able to go to the cabin for his things. Every time he heard the groan and shift of the stone, he heard that awful snap again, one of rusted metal finally giving way.
He’d ended up with two shattered legs and spent years learning to make them work again between surgeries. Mira had been buried during the first of five operations he’d undergone. None of them had been as awful as his fiancé’s death.
Jeremy had dove into his skills for relief of the guilt, hacking and blackmailing his way out of a MIT scholarship into the criminal underworld. When the war came, he’d been a rich computer geek, living on hacking thrills and bourbon. Surviving the war hadn’t been his idea. Passing out in that subway tunnel the night before had been. He’d hoped to be run over before he sobered up.
Now, he would go inside a mountain to live for months where he would get to hear that heart-wrenching snap not just occasionally, but hundreds or maybe even thousands of times.
“Why don’t we hook up a computer and try the internet again? There’s got to be a better place.”
“It was locked down. Have to have the code.”
“Surely someone has hacked it by now?”
“That’s crazy! It would tell any government left where we…”
Mind a blur of despair, Jeremy moved away from the growing argument, ignoring the part of him that wanted to explain to the crowd how many times he himself had tried to break the code.
