The Pretender (The Soren Chase Series Book 2) by Rob Blackwell

Author:Rob Blackwell [Blackwell, Rob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindal Press
Published: 2016-05-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ken pulled his gun out and took a position by Wallace’s office door as there was another crash from outside. Ken peered out quickly.

“I’ve got a visual on four hostiles,” he said. “Might be more I don’t see.”

Ken ducked back in and picked up the radio that hung at his belt, calling the police. There was a scream from the lobby. Wallace yanked open a desk drawer and pulled out two handguns.

“I’ve only got one extra,” Wallace said. “Which one of you has used a gun before?”

Sara, Alice, and Glen looked at one another. Only Sara raised her hand. Wallace held out the gun to her and she took it uncertainly, trying to remember what her father and Ken had taught her about handling one. She located the safety and switched it off.

“That’s a new Smith and Wesson,” Wallace said. “It has eight shots. Make ‘em count.” He looked at Ken. “Did you see what they were?”

Before Ken could answer, a wave of thick, gray fog rolled into the office. It moved like something living, seeping into the office and blanketing it. It felt cold and clammy against Sara’s skin.

Ken ducked his head out again, but was back a second later.

“I can’t see a goddamn thing,” he said. “The fog is everywhere.”

It was so thick Sara could barely make out the others in the office with her. She heard several more screams from the hallway.

“Is this Rakev?” Ken asked. “You just said he was a man made of smoke.”

“Let’s hope not,” Glen said. “If it is, we’re fucking toast.”

“Way to think positive,” Alice said.

“How long until the police get here?” Sara asked.

“Five minutes, maybe less,” Ken replied.

There was another scream, this time much closer to them.

“We’re all going to be dead by then,” Glen said.

“You’re not helping,” Alice said.

“And meanwhile, my people are sitting ducks,” Wallace said.

He stood up and walked toward her. Sara saw the distress on his face. He was a big man, a tad overweight and out of shape, but he still cut an imposing figure. He held the gun with a practiced air, and moved to the office door. Ken grabbed his arm.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

“I’m going out there to protect my people,” Wallace said. “They’re not facing these things while I cower in here.”

Ken gave Sara an agonized look.

“Go,” she said. “We’ll stay here and wait for reinforcements.”

Ken nodded once and turned to Sara.

“Shut this door when we go out,” he said. “Put that sofa in front of it. Don’t open it even if you hear my voice. There could be a pretender out there. Wait until you’re sure the police are here.”

Ken walked out the office door, and the fog appeared to swallow him whole. She watched as Wallace disappeared after him.

Glen jumped up and slammed the door behind them. He grabbed the couch and started pulling it in front of the door. Sara felt like a coward. She held the gun in front of her and waited.

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