Z Force 1: A Post-Apocalyptic Thriller (Infection Chronicles Book 2) by Ellis Tripp

Author:Ellis, Tripp [Ellis, Tripp]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-02-23T05:00:00+00:00

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The X-27 Rocket streaked through the sky. It spit fire out of its tail and left a stream of white smoke behind it. There was no way to out run, or outmaneuver it. The APC didn’t have countermeasures that it could deploy. The X-27 was a precision guided rocket, and the pilot could steer it to its destination. And whoever was piloting that CAV did just that.

The rocket slammed into the APC with a blinding explosion. A ball of flame erupted. Black smoke billowed into the sky. The explosion rolled the APC onto its side. The composite hull ground against the asphalt, showering sparks. The massive tires became molten flaming chunks of rubber. The APC skidded across the highway and plowed into the grass, breaking through a barbed wire fence. It finally came to rest amidst a herd of cattle.

Inside, those who were buckled in their seats stayed in place. But Delroy was freestanding, and was flung against the hull. The initial impact had slammed him against the bulkhead and knocked him unconscious.

Steele groaned in pain from the shock, but he was okay. He looked to Susan. She was dazed, but moving.

“You alright?” Steele asked.

She nodded.

Steele unbuckled his safety harness and climbed out of his seat. “Sound off,” he yelled.

“I’m good,” Parker replied.

“Chloe?” Steele screamed, concerned.

“Never better, sir.”

“Mr. President?”

There was no response.

Steele crawled to him. The president was beginning to stir.

“I’m okay,” he said.

“I guess no one gives a shit about me and Earl,” Duke said.

“Well, you both look fine,” Steele said.

“I ain’t fine,” Brandi said. “That damn harness squished my tit.”

“Better check for a silicone leak,” Duke said.

“Fuck you. My shit’s all natural, bitch. And you know it.”

“Both of you, shut up,” Steele barked. Then he crawled to the back of the APC and hit the ramp release. The locking mechanism disengaged, and the ramp opened. He climbed out into the field. But by that time, the CAV had landed in the pasture. The APC was surrounded with militia.

They were fully outfitted in body armor, assault rifles, and bio masks. There were at least a dozen of them. The squad leader barked at Steele. “Get your hands up. Keep them where I can see them.”

Steele gritted his teeth. But he had no choice. Now was not the time to be bold. He raised his hands in the air and slowly stood up.

The squad leader motioned him to move away from the exit. Two other squad members grabbed Steele and zip tied his hands behind his back. Steele noticed the patch on their sleeves. The insignia was clearly modeled after Zulu Force—a red viper against a black arrowhead. These guys were wannabes. Guys that had probably washed out of basic, or didn’t get accepted. Now they were running around, playing dress up. Only, they had managed to pull off the largest terrorist attack in history. Steele had to acknowledge that. Underestimating your enemy was the fastest way to get killed.

One of the Viper soldiers kicked Steele in the back, sending him crashing to the ground.

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