Broken World (EMP Aftermath Book 1) by Grace Hamilton

Author:Grace Hamilton [Hamilton, Grace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-07-12T16:00:00+00:00

Of the two scenarios she’d predicted, Mr. Jenkins insisting on accompanying her to confront the inmates wasn’t one of them.

“Mr. Jenkins, your son needs you. If anything should—”

“And the hospital needs you, doesn’t it?” he growled.

Laurel opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. “Well, yes, but….” Sensing he wasn’t going to give in, she nodded. “Very well, but you’re there as backup. You are not to use your weapon under any circumstances, understood?”

Mr. Jenkins nodded. “Understood, Captain, and you should call me Chris.”

“You were in the Forces, Chris?” Laurel asked as they made their way down the corridor.

“Marine Corps. Until Ben got sick.”

“I understand.” Laurel nodded and gestured to the door in front of them. “This way.”

Pausing at the entrance, she motioned for Chris to stay behind her and quietly pushed open the door.

It took a good minute for anyone to realize they were there and in that minute, Laurel surveyed the room. There were about ten prisoners, four playing cards with their backs to the door, two sorting through a stack of presumably stolen hospital food supplies and another two yelling at one another. Just as the two yelling scraped their chairs back on the floor and puffed up their chests, one of the ones playing cards turned and spotted Laurel.

“Who the hell are you?” He stood up but his words were drowned out by the commotion breaking out behind him.

Laurel glanced at Chris and gestured for him to keep his gun hidden.

Another prisoner joined in with the two who were fighting. Someone picked up a glass ketchup bottle and threw it across the room. It was only when a shard of glass glinted in the light from the window that Laurel decided to intervene. “Stop!” she yelled, twitching her fingers at Chris. When no one listened, she yelled again, “Stop this now!”

Chris slowly took his gun out from his waistband.

The prisoner who’d spotted them, who was young and clearly too green to have got involved in the fight, said shakily, “Hey, guys, they have a friggin’ gun!”

At that, the fighting stopped.

“Drop the glass,” Laurel stepped forward and pointed to the one who’d picked up the shard. “Drop it. Now.”

Chris moved beside her. Still not pointing the gun at anyone, aware that it being there would make them think twice about trying anything.

As the shard of glass dropped to the floor, the guy who’d been holding it stormed forward. He was a few paces away when Laurel held her palm out indicating that he should stop. “That’s enough,” she said firmly. “Now, would someone please tell me what is going on here?”

“What business is it of yours?” The prisoner in front of her licked his lips as he spoke.

Quickly, Laurel scanned the room for the prisoner who’d attacked Miranda. He wasn’t here, which didn’t feel like good news. Taking a deep breath, Laurel allowed her posture to relax. “What’s your name?” she asked politely.

The prisoner tilted his head sideways. “My name?” He moved forward a little, swaggering.

Chris allowed his fingers to flex on his gun.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.