SOBs 10 Vultures of the Horn by Jack Hild

Author:Jack Hild
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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"Here, Alex," Billy Two hissed over his shoulder. "Ouch!"

"What?" the Indian said, turning. "Alex, are you okay?"

"Lousy sprinkler head," Nanos muttered, kneeling down.

"I thought it was something serious."

"Stubbed hell out of my toe."

"Should I call an ambulance?"

"Hey, I'm really hurting."

"In that case I think we'd better get your mom."

"Think again, you asshole," Nanos snapped back, straightening. He took a couple of tentative, hobbling steps. "Holy shit," he groaned. "It feels like I ripped my whole frigging big toenail off."

Billy Two shook his head. "You're gonna have to guts up, man." As the Indian turned back toward the front corner of the mansion, a salvo of shots rang out.

The two big men flattened themselves against the wall of the house. One automatically covered their rear, the other took point. Gunfire raged from the front of the building. At least a dozen full-auto weapons were clattering away.

"Holy shit, those aren't our guns. We've got a god-damn war on our hands."

"Come on," the Indian said. "Let's go have us a look-see."

They edged forward, rounding the corner in time to see the whole Heiss team abandon their position on the front steps and dash for the vehicles on the parking apron.

"Dammit, the gate's opening!" Billy said, bringing up his heavy-barreled FN FAL. He had to do something. He fired from the hip, sending twenty armor-piercing rounds streaking across the apron at belly height. There were two BMWs blocking his line of fire. He shot all holy hell out of them. His human targets merely ducked down behind the disintegrating machines. When he came up empty, they continued on to the money truck and Mercedes.

"They're rolling!" Nanos shouted, stepping out as his friend jumped back to reload. He sprayed the rear end of the fishtailing Mercedes with 9 mm lead. It kept right on going past the gate.

A man with white hair crossed the lawn about thirty yards from them, heading for the gate house. "It's the colonel! Let's go!" Billy said.

He took off at top speed, leaving Nanos to hop as best he could on his own.

"Hey, wait!" Nanos called to the Indian's already distant back. "Wait, you bastard." He looked behind him. "I hear something," he said to himself, quickly stripping out his empty mag and cracking in a new one. "Sounds like..."

Around the back corner of the building fifteen or twenty mangy-looking dogs scrambled toward him. They ran in a pack, jaws open, howling. Watching them in the hard glow of the security lights he was reminded of Tijuana, greyhounds at the night races barreling around the far turn.

And he was the poor little rabbit.

"Hold it, you suckers!" Nanos growled, shooting a 5-round burst over their heads. The silenced weapon had no deterrent effect. The dogs charged on.

A horn sounded behind him.

Jessup had pulled the 6x6 in front of the open gate. The other SOBs were piling in. Nanos turned and ran as if the hounds of hell were on his ass. Which they were. He forgot his ripped toenail. He forgot everything but keeping ahead of all those rows of teeth.

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