The Fields of Lemuria (Purge of Babylon, Keo Book 2) by Sam Sisavath

Author:Sam Sisavath [Sisavath, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Thriller
Publisher: Road to Babylon Media LLC
Published: 2014-09-16T00:00:00+00:00

PART TWO

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CHAPTER 11

Maybe Pollard heard the gunshot and in however many milliseconds it took the 5.56x45mm round to travel eighty meters (or was that ninety?), the ex-military officer managed to move his head just in the nick of time. Or maybe Keo had overestimated his competency with a rifle and his shot was untrue, even with a weapon as sure-shot as the M16.

It could have been either of those reasons, or a hundred other equally viable ones.

The fact was, the outcome was the same: the shot missed and Pollard turned his head and stared right in his direction, and a second later everyone was shooting.

At him.

Keo didn’t even know when he decided to do it, but he was suddenly on his feet and racing away from the bushes even as they were shredded by gunfire that seemed to be coming from a hundred different directions all at once. The trees around him didn’t stand a chance either, bark flying like arrows, zip-zip-zipping at his head and body and legs and arms. Pieces of branches snapped off from above him and rained down like torpedoes.

Keo ran through it all, because stopping meant death.

Somewhere between jumping to his feet and turning, he had discarded the assault rifle and its extra weight. What did it matter? He couldn’t shoot worth a damn with the thing anyway, apparently.

About five seconds into his retreat, he managed to somehow tune out the relentless pop-pop-pop behind him. After that, it was just the crashing of his breath against his chest, the cold feel of the MP5SD in his hands, the grass slapping against his legs, the thump-thump-thumping of his feet against the ground, and the soul-twisting knowledge that he had failed Norris.

I’m sorry, old-timer. I’m so fucking sorry.

Everything was going fine, and he was even picking up speed when there was a sudden sharp pain from his left hip. He might have actually let out a startled gasp, though he couldn’t quite be sure with all the sound and fury crashing across his body like ocean waves. When he looked down to the source of the jolt, he saw that the radio was gone, obliterated, leaving behind just the clip still tucked snugly into his belt.

He ran, because if he stopped for even a second to think about anything, he was going to realize that he had just gotten Norris killed because he couldn’t make a shot from eighty meters. Hell, a decent grunt could have made that shot. A Boot Camp dropout from the Army would have done better. But not him. He had missed!

Now Norris was going to pay the price. Pollard had probably already shot him in the back of the head out of pure spite. Of course, there was a chance Pollard might spare the ex-cop. Or at least realize his value and keep him alive a little while longer, if just to reuse him as bait to lure Keo back out again. It was possible.

Damn, he had almost convinced himself that time.

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