Children of Wrath (Wrath Book 2) by Sean T. Smith

Author:Sean T. Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: apocalypse, wrath, survival, armageddon, dystopian, survivalist, the fall, world war 3, objects of wrath, sean t smith
Publisher: Permuted Press

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I held my breath, my crosshairs centered on the helmet of a man three hundred yards away who was smoking a cigarette at the doorway to one of the buildings. Another man came through the door, and from his gestures and the way the first soldier put out the smoke, I figured the newcomer was an officer. I adjusted slightly and targeted the officer and I gently squeezed the trigger. The gun bucked against my shoulder, and the report was a quiet metallic clack, a baby smacking a tin can with a spoon. When I adjusted from the recoil, the soldier was simply gone. I shifted a hair and fired another round into the other man, who had not gone for cover, but stood frozen, probably momentarily shocked at the abrupt spray of blood and brain matter that erupted from his commanding officer's head. The roar of the Raptor grew louder.

My men were sniping at machine gun nests, trying to neutralize the greatest threats first.

Before I could fire another shot, bombs slammed into the runway and the world was suddenly very bright. I felt the concussion in my bones and the ground under me trembled and shook with the violence of it. Fireballs exploded a thousand feet into the air and the sound of the blast, a deep guttural boom that seemed to come from the earth itself rolled over me. There was a guilty kind of exultation in me, an awe at the terrible raw power of the destruction I witnessed. One of the thousand pound bombs had landed next to the Stryker, and it was gone.

“Weapons free!” I shouted, but there was no need.

We fired into the compound, acquiring targets. The fifty caliber Brownings chewed into the buildings and the SAW raged.

“Put some fire on those birds!” I yelled. When the smoke cleared, I saw that the helicopters remained unscathed. Even as I gave the order, the platoon on my right opened up on the choppers with the heavy machine guns and the helos burst into flames.

Enemy soldiers swarmed from buildings. I fired single shots, choosing targets based on proximity. Men fell.

“Holy shit they missed the tank!” someone shouted.

I heard the distinctive jet whine of an Abrams tank powering up, and I was afraid. My team had no anti-tank weapons, but Gonzo's men had that capability. The problem was, the tank was equipped with heavy armor designed to defeat even armor piercing weapons. The Abrams would chew us to bits if it was not neutralized.

“Hit that tank!” I ordered. I hoped Gonzo's men would kill it.

Rocket propelled grenades streaked toward the Abrams and exploded against the armor. The tank rolled through the blasts and advanced toward the platoon on my left flank. I watched helplessly as the heavy barrel swung around and belched fire. The explosion was a deep muffled whump. Seconds later the tank fired again.

“Rounds close! Rounds close!” someone was screaming. There were muzzle flashes throughout the compound from small arms and machine guns.

“Suppressing fire on those fifties!” I shouted.

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