Crusader's Gold by David Leadbeater

Author:David Leadbeater [Leadbeater, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-08-03T07:00:00+00:00

TWENTY

Alicia twisted away, knowing their enemy would already have weapons drawn. The rusted car stood at her back and she ducked behind the flat wheels. The noise she heard then, however, wasn’t the expected gunfire, it was the roaring whine of a motorcycle engine. No, she thought as she lifted her head over the side. Dirt bikes.

Swerving left and right, men burst toward them. They must have wheeled them into position, she thought. That meant somebody had known the team’s destination almost at the same time they did.

We’re bugged. Or . . .

Not even the slightest hint of betrayal entered her mind. Not with this team. The approaching men all held compact machine pistols which Alicia recognized as the GEN4 Glock; deadly and accurate at the worst of times.

Her first shot hammered into a front tire, upsetting the bike’s balance and sending its rider flying into the front of the immobile car. The crunch of impact told her they would no longer be a problem. By then, a second bike was scrambling up to her position, its muddy wheels spitting gravel like tiny missiles. Alicia ducked as she heard the clatter and bang of flying stones and a rush of dirt flew over the car and onto the top of her head.

“Bastard’s gonna pay for that.”

She rose, firing, but the merc had already leapt from his bike and crashed down upon her. Alicia felt the unexpected impact like a house collapsing and folded. Stars exploded before her eyes. The ground was a stunning, ungiving slab. Her opponent tumbled past, his momentum unstoppable. Alicia groaned for an instant and remained immobile until some sense of reality returned.

It came in the form of Russo’s boot being planted beside her head.

“No time for napping. We’ve a plane to catch.”

Alicia struggled to her knees, head still spinning. The pilots had raced back to the plane’s cockpit and started the engines. Power was already starting to thrum through the wings and down into the tarmac. Russo rendered the flying merc comatose as Alicia finally rose unsteadily to her feet.

“Wow, felt like I was hit by a truck.”

“Let’s hope it knocks some sense into you, eh?”

Alicia took in her surroundings in an instant. Kenzie was hoofing it toward the plane, Crouch and Caitlyn trying to cut her off. Healey stood before two dirt bike riders as bullets ripped up the road at his feet. Three more were slewing around the front of the rusted car.

Alicia and Russo picked up the fallen merc between them and hurled his body at the new arrivals. Their combined force was enough to take two down and make the third cartwheel over their wreckage. Russo finished them off fast as Alicia vaulted the front of the rusted car, still with a ringing in her ears, and returned fire at those who assailed Healey.

With a sudden lunge she was lucky enough to pluck one off his bike. The merc landed well though and was quickly up, confronting her. Alicia feinted, but fell to one knee, still unbalanced by her earlier collision.

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