Helix: Episode 7 (Purity) by Nathan M Farrugia

Author:Nathan M Farrugia [Farrugia, Nathan M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Anomaly Press
Published: 2020-05-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

As the smoke cleared, a long barrel aimed down at Sophia.

Her vehicle was lying on its side—her side. Pinned by her seatbelt and an airbag, she reached for her holster, and found it empty. Using her legs, she felt around for the MPX. It wasn’t there.

DC’s seatbelt dangled above her. Even through the smoke, he wasn’t there.

Had they dragged him out?

Through the tessellated windshield, a cluster of masked soldiers stood on the road. They wore a type of white armor she hadn’t seen before. Their faces were concealed behind night vision goggles with four orange lenses. One soldier aimed his carbine through the windshield at her.

And fired.

The burst hit her like a sledgehammer, breaking her seatbelt. She fell onto her door, her face pressed against a fractured window.

Tires screeched behind her.

Then a white sedan slung into view. It steered into the group of attackers, sending them scattering. The side struck the shooter, knocking him and his carbine through the air. The weapon clattered across the paved road. She didn’t see where the man went.

Gunfire erupted.

The crack of each shot echoed through the street and off the old, tall buildings.

Sophia checked her body. No blood, the rounds had landed in a tight group on her upper chest. It hurt to draw breath, but her armor had absorbed the shots.

She needed to climb up through the driver’s door.

Through the windshield, she spotted the masked attackers retreating through an archway, briefly returning fire. One of them fell, struck by gunfire. But the others made it through the archway, between parted wooden doors. Then they were gone.

Marina sprinted after them, her Balerinka in one hand. An engine roared, then nothing. They were gone.

And then silence.

Sophia checked around for weapons. No MPX, no Glock. They could be anywhere—in and outside—of the vehicle.

Someone climbed on top of her 4x4. Sophia drew the only weapon she had—her knife—and found Marina staring down at her, breathing heavily with strands of black hair sticking to sweaty cheeks. Hauling her up, Marina handed Sophia the missing MPX.

Sophia crouched on top of the toppled vehicle, looking for DC’s body. He was nowhere to be found.

‘They took him,’ Marina said. ‘Come with me.’

Sophia was sore and dizzy, but with Marina’s assistance, she staggered to the white sedan. It was peppered on one side with dints from gunfire. It was completely armored. Sophia made it into the passenger seat and collapsed, MPX still in hand. The thirty armor-piercing pistol rounds in the magazine was all she had. Marina jumped in beside her, wrestling a steering wheel with a shredded airbag.

Marina swore in Russian.

Sophia looked up and realized why. Vehicles didn’t fit through the archway. Instead, Marina reversed quickly, driving over a traffic island and a stop sign, then swerved to narrowly avoid an oncoming car. She made a sharp left, taking them onto another street.

‘They went this way,’ Marina said.

In her footwell, the Balerinka bounced against her knee.

‘Stop the car,’ Sophia said.

‘We can still catch up,’ Marina said.

Sophia swallowed. Her mouth was dry and her head was spinning.

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