Wanted Molotov Cocktail by Marteeka Karland

Author:Marteeka Karland [Marteeka Karland]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-04-14T04:24:36+00:00

When Hawk was sure Onyx had had enough time to reach the ship, he made his way there, firing several shots with every step. He backed up the ramp, closing it as he continued to pummel the security guards with laser fire until the ship was completely sealed and ready for take off.

Hawk fell back against the bulkhead for a second, breathing hard before moving into the cockpit. He started to take the copilot’s chair beside Storm, but a quick glance told him Onyx wasn’t there.

“Where’s Onyx?” His chest clenched, and for a moment Hawk thought he might throw up. What a strong space marine he was turning out to be.

“I thought she was right behind you.” Storm glanced at Hawk, his hand on the controls. They had been about to take off, but Storm hesitated. “What do you want me to do?”

Hawk spared him a sharp glance before turning to go back. The girl Storm had brought with them spoke then. Her voice was soft but slightly rusty, as if she hadn’t used it in a while. “I think she was injured. She was next to the crates by the big yellow ship docked two moorings down from us.”

She might not look like more than a prison rat, but the girl was observant.

Knowing where to look for Onyx would help tremendously.

Opening the ramp once more, Hawk went at a dead run, shooting all the while.

Storm provided cover fire from the ship which made a hell of a lot better impact than their hand-held weapons.

Laser fire sliced through the air, always just missing him. Hawk sent up a silent prayer to any god willing to listen. The number of opposing soldiers grew by the second, and their chances of getting back to the ship were slim at best. Sweat ran into his eyes, blurring his vision, but he pressed on, shutting out all discomfort. He had one goal. Find Onyx. After that, he’d worry about getting them to safety.

He found her right where the girl had said she was. Someone had scored a hit on her left thigh. The stench of burning flesh was strong. Had he not been the battle-hardened veteran he was, he might have retched.

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