Survival Series (Book 1): Survival
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The free closer I could hear them. They shuffled their feet, I could hear four sets of footsteps. Usually they traveled in pairs; these ones were being precautious, I guess they figured they'd lost enough of their people to mine.
“Keep your hands up and hold them out the window. Any sudden movements and it will be your life you lose,” he said.
The man's voice shook when he spoke, it was subtle, but I could hear it clear enough. I had gotten use to the men and women they sent after me, should've been smarter and posted a sentry to watch the van. Kylie had warned me going out in my own was dangerous, but I didn't listen. I had already lost Matthew in this chaos and until I found him, I wouldn't risk another.
“Cuff him,” the man said to one of his companions. There was a back and forth, she didn't want to get close to me; something about another officer who got close and died. “Go put the cuffs on him,” the man said. “Or I'll put a bullet in your head instead.”
I watched the woman cross the front of the van, she looked scared. As she approached the driver’s side window, she kept her eyes locked on mine. “He's not a nice person to work for,” I said. “None of them are, all murders, but you, you seem different. I am not going to hurt you. Go ahead put the cuffs on,” I held my hands out. “I won't stand to see you die because of me.”
She leaned forward to put the cuffs on my wrist, a little less shaky than she had been. There wasn't even a sound. The young woman's eye grew wife and when she looked down blood was pooling in the center of her chest.
“Jesus Chr--,” the man sentence was cut off. I turned in time to see him fall to the ground.
Only one person I knew was a crack shot, single bullet kill type. I dropped my hands to the wheel and waited. A moment later a middle ages woman dressed in black slipped in beside me. She laid a long barrel rifle with scope and silencer on the floor beside her.
“Told you, you need a spotter,” she said. “Let's go home before more of their dwindling cavalry show up.”
“I'm not saying it,” I said. “I'll never hear the end of it,’ I turned to the woman who was grinning ear to ear. “ But thanks Kylie.” Turning the key, I put the van in drive we drove away. In the rearview mirror I could see another military keep pulling up just as we turned the corner.