Beyond the Rim (Rebels and Patriots Book 2) by Claymore A.G

Author:Claymore, A.G. [Claymore, A.G.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-02-05T16:00:00+00:00

Divide & Conquer

Paul moved back from the upper-level window. Two Marines, right on schedule, heading for their usual check-in. They were good at taking different routes but their destination never changed.

And their timing was an example of military precision. Not a good habit if you’re on an irregular operation.

Now Paul only had three Marines to face.

They worried him. Gilbert and his crew had been easy pickings, but they were civilians and they didn’t have his niece as a hostage. The three Marines in the abandoned warehouse across the street were a different game entirely. They would have the standard Corps augments and they were battle hardened. A stun ball would have no effect on them.

He also had flimsy intel on their dispositions. He knew one man stood sentry just inside the door of the structure, but that left two of them to locate and neutralize before they could harm Saoirse.

The Corps might refer to this as a meeting engagement, which happens when an intelligence failure brings a mobile unit into unexpected contact with an enemy force. At least he was expecting the encounter.

The key to winning the meeting engagement is always mobility and initiative. All he could do was take out the first man as quickly as possible and try to roll up his enemies’ flank.

He took a deep breath. No better solution had presented itself. He could call in the local law enforcement, but the justices were poorly suited to hostage rescue in general and they’d be worse than useless against Imperial Marines.

Anyway, he was a justice, and the only one with a ghost of a chance at succeeding, so… He gave a friendly nod to the three men who he’d tied up while using their lair as an observation post. …time to take the initiative away from his enemy.

Leaving his hosts tied up, he descended the stairs and crossed the street. He dropped a fighting knife from a forearm-sheath, catching it in the fingers of his right hand and rotating it to a reverse grip. He kept his pace to a walk until he reached the door and hauled it open with his left hand.

He took a wide step to the right, bringing the knife around in a backhanded swing into the temple of the startled Marine. It stuck there and he left it, drawing his Nuttall Special as he walked up the stairs.

At this point, he still had stealth on his side. He didn’t want to blow it by running. Footsteps hammering through the building indicated an attack. There was a difference between speed and haste. His instructors on Beaufort had hammered that into his skull.

Speed didn’t necessarily mean racing ahead without thought. It meant making decisions and acting on them without unnecessary delay.

Down the hall in a room to the right, his augmented senses could detect a single heartbeat and micro-servo motors. One Marine heading for the door to the hallway. Paul assessed the time it would take for the man’s face to protrude the optimal distance into the hallway and accelerated to a jog.

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