Cultist Bounty: A Military Sci-Fi Series (Space Hunter War Book 3) by Rick Partlow & Pacey Holden

Author:Rick Partlow & Pacey Holden [Partlow, Rick & Holden, Pacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2023-01-30T13:00:00+00:00

I ducked the rushing bull of rippling muscle that was Kan-Zin-Tel.

He leaped over me and collided with the CSF guy, hands clamping down on his ceramic plates, momentum toppling the both of them to the asphalt. The impact was like stepping on a fallen tree branch; ceramic plates—and probably ribs—crackled under the Tahni’s knees as he pressed them into the man’s gut with the full weight of his body and the momentum of the jump.

I saw this in my peripheral as I worked the girl closest to me. There was no time for cover or concealment. It came down to who was the faster shooter. I grabbed my Gyroc, planted my boot inside her stance, and shoved between her shoulder blades, hard. The Gyroc stayed in my hand as my applied force sent her hips over my hip. She smacked face-first into the asphalt, hard enough that blood jetted from her broken nose.

Once she was down, I selected three targets of opportunity, the ones closest to Kan-Zin-Tel, and fired until they started to drop. Before they hit the ground, I dove for the truck’s other side, hoping that, by clearing out their fireteam in this position, I had created an enemy-free corridor.

Incoming automatic gunfire chased me until I had my back leaned against the frame of the truck. I was fairly secure in the idea of the engine block shielding me from the incoming rounds. I knew, by virtue of the open loading and unloading area, I had mere seconds before the thugs circled around and rendered the cover useless.

Kan-Zin-Tel rolled across the ground until he shouldered into me. Kinetic rounds tracked across the ground, spewing chunks of blackened tar millimeters from his leg.

“Good, you made it,” I said drily.

“Good it is.”

He popped up from cover and loosed two jolting bursts with the pulse carbine before dipping back down.

Someone screamed. He’d hit at least one person.

“This isn’t going to last,” I said, wincing at the impacts the truck was taking.

The storm of gunfire halted.

“Mag change,” I said.

Probably simultaneous mag change too. The inexperienced thugs might have lit off at full auto, but they didn’t plan on overlapping round expenditure so that there would always be at least one person with a fresh magazine to cover the rest while they were being reloaded.

I tapped Kan-Zin-Tel on the shoulder.

“Go! Go!”

I peeled to the driver’s side of the truck, Kan-Zin-Tel to the passenger side.

It was thunder and lightning from the two of us.

My Gyroc snapped with each pull of the trigger, spitting lead and taking the mercs down at the edge of the effective firing radius. Either I was becoming a crack shot, or luck was still on my side. Whatever it was, I put down four of the thugs with head shots, a fifth with two center mass.

The Tahni expertly controlled his weapon, laying down multiple three-round bursts, pivoting slightly as he needed to adjust firing angles. Bright-red superheated light screamed from the weapon’s barrel. The streaking laserpulses left flashing streaks of sunspots in my eyes as I yanked my door open.

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