Damaged by LS Silverii

Author:LS Silverii [Silverii, LS]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: SilverHart, LLC
Published: 2015-10-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Only a few hundred yards away sat the isolated house outside of Vegas. Graham had radioed to the sniper units to make sure they each knew the assault team was inside their perimeter and to exercise caution. That meant keep fingers off triggers; good guys down range. There was no response.

Lawless ignored his vibrating cell phone stuffed into a pocket of his vest. He sniffed at a chemical scent that wafted downwind.

“Graham, is that shack a hideout or a meth lab?” His teeth gnashed as he anticipated the answer.

A methamphetamine lab meant the information in the briefing had been wrong—possibly on purpose. Tension bound his movements, but he rolled his neck to fight the affects. Voodoo looked cross at him as he nudged her with an elbow. He shook his head to signal no. She replied with a thumb turned down. Should he alert Jeff Graham? Hell, he might’ve been the one who set them up.

The other SWAT members continued their trek across the sands. Lawless laid a hand over Voodoo’s thickly padded tactical vest. She slowed to a crawl until they’d created a gap from the others. Graham was in between both groups. Lawless shoved his fist between his chest and vest to check the phone.

[los jinetes hitmen attacked clubhouse. How swat missed them in desert?] Read the text message from St. John.

Lawless’ gut wretched. He yanked Voodoo behind him and pushed her to the ground. She quickly rolled onto her left side as she pulled the Colt 9mm submachine gun from beneath her and pointed it toward the target house. Lawless dropped to one knee, and covered her. He leveled his HK MP5 9mm submachine gun in the direction of the SWAT teams and Agent Jeff Graham. One of them was crooked but he had no idea which.

Blistering rounds of rapid shots cranked out. Graham was the first to fall. His body lay about twenty yards ahead of Lawless and Voodoo. Lawless immediately trained his weapon on the group of traitors who’d maliciously gunned down a federal agent.

He fired single-shot select. No need wasting ammunition with fully automatic bursts when there would be no more bullets to resupply. Light flashes from a hot burst of bullets reverberated beneath his hamstring. Lawless tapped Voodoo on the bulletproof helmet. Round, vivid green eyes showed beneath the NVG when she glanced up.

“Slow down your shots.”

“Okay,” she yelled.

He crept down until his mouth pressed close to her earlobe below the helmet line. “Calm down and shoot straight.”

Sprays of hard packed dirt bounced into his face—bullets landed all about. His mind screamed flee, but his thighs were weighted like cement columns. Lawless willed himself to calm down and focus his return fire. He began to pick off those bastards until the rest fled toward the abandoned house.

“Cover me,” he told Voodoo. She nodded and readjusted her grip on the rifle.

Three deep gulps of air, and Lawless stumbled forward. Doubt weighed heavy—should he save Voodoo and retreat, or bother saving Graham? After all, the man might’ve also been a traitor.

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