Homefront (Fall of Man, Book 2) by Sam Sisavath

Author:Sam Sisavath [Sisavath, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Road To Babylon Media LLC
Published: 2020-08-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Everything happened all at once and too fast. Or it appeared too fast to her as her mind attempted to catch up to her eyes and ears. Through it all, she had to fight past the wild sensation of the hairs along both arms and the back of her neck spiking as the air was electrified with motion.

And danger. So much danger.

Before Bear Lake, before Cole, before this six-week-old baby growing inside her, Emily would have been able to take it all in and flow with it. She wouldn’t have had to think. Wouldn’t have had to catch up. She would have just acted.

But those days were long gone. She was a housewife now. The old skills that had made her so employable after the Army had gone dormant. After all, what did a housewife need with the ability to instantly sift through a chaotic situation, process every little bit of detail, and compute a decisive plan of attack—all within the space of a few heartbeats?

She did that now—or tried to—as the house (her dream house) burst into chaos.

Greg, shouting from somewhere behind her: “Hey, stop! I said stop!”

(Who was he shouting at?)

The psycho, hammering the window barrier across the room. Bam-bam-bam!

(What the hell was he wielding? Some kind of sledgehammer?)

Barton, already on his feet, and making a run for it.

(Where did he think he was going? And did he really think he was going to make it?)

And Troyer—where was Troyer?

(Shit. Where the hell was Troyer?)

The house, along with her eardrums, were rocked by a loud explosion from nearby.

No, not an explosion.

A shotgun blast.

Emily twisted around. Greg had squeezed the trigger on the pump-action, the resulting boom so loud that Emily thought every one of the walls, along with the floor and ceiling, might have shook for a few seconds afterward.

(Is that possible? Probably not.)

When she followed the trajectory of Greg’s shotgun, she found Barton on the floor, lying facedown. There was a big black and red splatter on his back where the buckshot had landed. Greg, as far as she knew, had just shot his first man.

Emily wished she could have said she’d never seen someone die in front of her eyes before, but it would have been a lie. Instead of feeling remorse or shock by the obvious death of Barton, all Emily could think was, One down! One to go!

That other one was Troyer, who was, in her mind, the most dangerous of the trio.

And she couldn’t find him.

(Shit. Where did he go? Where’d that asshole go?)

A flash of motion as the man himself appeared from the other side of the oak table and made a run for the kitchen door.

Goddammit. The man had been hiding on the floor this entire time, waiting for his opportunity!

Emily took aim. “Troyer!”

The deputy—not that she believed he was a deputy anymore—kept going and didn’t look back.

Smart fucker, she thought as she pulled the trigger.

Or was in the process of pulling the trigger, because before she could, there was another massive bam! behind her.

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