Page 86 of Double Shot
“That will be later, right now you’re a stunt cock.” She wrapped one of her legs around me, like she had before and I felt the head of my cock graze the inside of her thigh. I tried to close it all out, I hadn’t been with anyone since Sadie came back into my life, and that was something I had been personally proud of, not giving into that old desire for easy sex. She rocked back and forth a few times, guiding my head to slide back and forth between her lips.
There was a loud explosion, the house shook, and there was a waterfall of breaking glass. Kaijin jerked from her position. I blew out a breath of relief, my entire body sagging against the restraints for a long moment.
She stormed over to her clothing, pulled out the phone and made a quick call. Every word was French, fast and angry, and then she started throwing her clothes on.
I heard gunfire.
“You’re fucked now,” I managed to get out.
Chapter Twenty
Sadie…
“Red Queen this is White King, perimeter is clear, you have no eyes on you.” I peeked up over the low stone seawall and stood on the shore of the manse we’d tracked Lach’s phone to. Somebody was going to be fired, if I didn’t put a bullet in them first. Of course, there could still be the possibility that this was all a trap.Who fucking knew?
Roan and I had moved swiftly, tracking, getting the lay of the land, and priming me for the rescue. He was nearby, on a different approach, sitting in the back of a box truck that had been fitted as a mobile command unit. We had been planning on driving it to Texas; now it was serving us just fine on the shores of the Chesapeake, just the other side of Indigo City. Ideally, we would have had another tech person and Roan out with me, but we wouldn’t wait,Icouldn’t wait, that long.
I cracked open the back of the M79 grenade launcher and eased one of the three grenades out from the strap holding them against my thigh. These three were the high explosive bad boys, the ones in the bandolier across my chest were teargas and flashbang, respectively. I didnotwant those getting mixed up with the high explosives, hence the different locations I was carrying them in. They were different colors too, but Roan said that wasn’t reliable if people were shooting at me and I didn’t have time to visually identify each different type.
He had gone over it with me a half dozen times, but it worked like a cartoon shotgun, break it in half, chuck a Redbull-sized grenade in it, slap it home, then point and shoot. The skull with a lightning bolt hard carved into the stock was a nice touch, Roan said the weapon was a relic from Vietnam, and that’s how he had gotten it so quickly, and easily.
“White King, I’m in position.” I slid the cartoon bullet home and racked the launcher back together, ready to fire.
“Repeat Red Queen, board is clear.”
“Copy that.”
I stood, and in the tactical crouching crab-walk thing I’d been taught, scuttled across the grass up toward the back of the house.
“Fire in the hole,” I warned Roan in a harsh whisper and I leveled theThumperup by my hip and fired it through the bank of windows overlooking the bay. Behind me the water lapped and beyond that, Indigo City lay in a gorgeous panoramic view.
THUMP, crash! Through the glass it went. I ran back several paces, took cover by the edge of the brick garden wall, and the night exploded in a symphony of utter chaos.
“That got someone’s attention,” I said with a savage glee.
“Board is in motion, Red Queen.” Roan’s voice in my ear held a note of consternation and I smiled in spite of it. He was worried, I know, but I had been trained by the best and my confidence was right where it needed to be at. Which was to say, I was confident, but I definitely wasn’t over confident by this point.
I pulled the gasmask down off the top of my head and over my face, checked the seal was good and murmured, “Red Queen advancing.”
“Don’t linger,” I heard in my ear and I didn’t.
Several motions were made at once. I opened the Thumper, loaded a grenade off the bandolier around my chest into the tube, and went through the smoking ruin of the back of the mansion. As I advanced, my boots crunched over broken glass, I launched the round of teargas inside and to the left. Reload and thumped another to the right. The emergency lighting strobed, the smoke alarm blared its mournful warning song, and I stayed sharp, remained focused, and watched for movement as I reloaded yet again.
“Thermal imaging has six, love. Two on your ten, one on your twelve, and three coming from your three o’clock. They’re coming from the front of the manse; twenty seconds.”
I took cover behind the overstuffed couch, dropping Thumper it on its strap across my chest and flung the AR on my back up over my head and into my hands like Lach had taught me. I racked it, safety off, knocked it to my shoulder to Roan’s tone of warning in my ear as he said,“Red Queen…”
“It’s on, motherfuckers,” I muttered and I stood, taking out twelve o’clock,pop! Pop!Man down. Pivot, turn to three o’clock –pop! Pop!The man in front went down, and I wasted no time, pulling the trigger again, twice,pop! Pop!I caught motion on my left at my ten hand and dropped just as the men at ten o’clock opened up.
Fucking amateurs let loose in a spray that one, went wide, two, was too high, and three wasted a whole lotta ammunition as they went full auto. I lay practically flat to the floor as Roan remarked dryly in my ear,“Getting loud in there, Poppet.”They were dedicated marksmen so long as their targets were the sofa, walls, and windows.
“I’m fine,” I grated through gritted teeth and set the rifle aside and picked up my new buddy Thumper. This thing was actually fun.
“Three verticals, closing on your position”he said tonelessly and I could feel his apprehension filter through the earpiece.
“On my own time,” I said lightly, and I popped up andThump! The launcher lobbed a teargas grenade into the hall where the pair at ten o’clock was hiding. They started coughing – a good sign. I smoothly reloaded as I pivoted back to three o’clock and used what I had on hand to face the man who was drawing a bead on me from that side, and fired my last loaded teargas grenade into his chest. He took it full in the body armor and flew back and Roan asked incredulously in my ear,“Did you just—”
“Uh, hell yes I did,” I said and got back down. I reloaded the launcher, set it aside, took up my rifle and sure that it was in working order asked, “Direction, please?”
