Moving Targets by C.L. Werner

Author:C.L. Werner [Werner, C.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Adventure, Fantasy, RPG
ISBN: 9781939480026
Publisher: Privateer Press
Published: 2013-04-02T05:00:00+00:00

Snarling in outrage, scar-face shoved the earl away and dove to the far-side of the train. Taryn rushed to grab the reeling nobleman before he was dragged from the roof. She shouted at Rutger to stop scar-face before the man could leap from the train. Rutger just stood and watched their enemy escape.

“Why didn’t you shoot him?” Taryn demanded. Rutger just shook his head and aimed the hand cannon into the air. He pulled the trigger, but the only response was the dull click of the hammer against a spent shell.

“Looks like both you and I were out,” Rutger smiled.

Taryn was about to reprimand Rutger for staging such a reckless gambit when a single shot sounded from behind them. She felt the earl’s body spasm in her arms, looking down she saw blood gushing across the nobleman’s chest.

“Olt!” Rutger roared, almost automatically moving to put himself between Taryn and the rear cars. From over his shoulder, Taryn could see the black-coated gun mage holster his pistol and dash towards the back of the train. Having managed to regain the roof, the villain had stolen their victory from them. Taryn saw him drop down the ladder at the rear of his car, putting the carriage between himself and any vengeful retaliation from her gun. An instant later, an explosion rocked the train, and a great gout of smoke and flame leapt from between the cars. When the smoke cleared, they could see the hindmost car receding into the distance, detached from the rest of the train by the charge Olt’s men had detonated.

Rutger clenched his fist in impotent fury. “I guess I was wrong about that scum wanting the earl alive,” he fumed.

Taryn looked up from the wounded aristocrat. “He’s a gun mage,” she stated. “Even from that range, if he’d wanted to kill, he would have. Earl Alessandro isn’t dead, but a wound like this is as bad as it gets. He’ll need a surgeon and quick.”

“Which means Olt’s people will know how to find us again,” Rutger cursed. His statement brought a flash of awareness through the earl’s pain.

“No… we can’t… risk…” the earl gasped. He gripped Taryn’s arm with a bloodied hand. “Five Fingers… too much… depends…” He hesitated, licking his lips, mustering himself for a tremendous effort. “Promise… your… honor. We go… to Five… Fingers…”

Taryn stared down at the nobleman as he descended into merciful unconsciousness. The noble wasn’t a seasoned fighter, a veteran of numberless battles. She’d seen the fear that gripped him when the smell of blood was in the air. Yet he’d still found the courage to risk himself, to come to her aid. On the Spectre, he’d only been an employer to her, a talking money belt. Now… now he was something more than another puffed up Llaelese blueblood. He’d become a person she could respect. There was conflict in her face as she looked up at Rutger. Five Fingers was days away and the earl’s wound was bad. She didn’t see how he could make the journey.

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