Breaking Point by Lindsey McKenna

Author:Lindsey McKenna
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-10-11T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BAY FELT THE world slowing down. She knew that strange sensation occurred when adrenaline shot heavily through her bloodstream. It was also the feeling she might die. She continued to methodically fire at the enemy hurtling toward her. They were in open fields, and while it was easy to sight and fire, there were more and more running toward their other positions. She heard the slow, continuous firing of Gabe’s M-4 behind her. The pistols the Air Force crew had sounded like firecrackers, fast and wild compared to their deeper-throated rifles.

The sound of Gabe’s voice was nearby. He spoke on the comms, directing the Apaches. Would the combat helicopters get here in time? Or would they find all their bodies in the morning? Dead. Her field of fire was wide. A thumping noise came from the east. The Apaches had a familiar sound as they raced through the night toward the firefight. They would never be seen by the enemy, but Bay was sure the Taliban heard them because some were halting in the field, looking up and pointing toward the dark sky.

Bay struggled to remain focused. The men who didn’t stop were racing toward her, firing their weapons. She kept expecting to be hit, more than glad she was wearing the sixty-pound Kevlar vest on her upper body. Her mind raced as the M-4 bucked against her shoulder, jerking her hard every time, with every shot. Her world was slowing down. Off to the left, she heard a new sound.

As she lifted her head, Bay’s eyes widened. Two Taliban soldiers had sneaked up out of her range of vision. They were less than twenty feet away from her, rifles raised and pointed at her. She rolled over on her back, wrenched the M-4 around and fired. The men screamed, both yanked backward by the power of the bullets. Gasping, she rolled back over on her belly, resighting on the main force.

Suddenly, the night sky lit up like the Fourth of July. The puncturing growl of the .50-caliber Gatling gun sounded beneath the bellies of at least four unseen air wolves above them. They looked like red arcs of tracers slamming into the fields. There were screams and shrieks. The whumping sound of the blades reverberated like rolling thunder through the area as the Apaches arrived with a vengeance. Gabe kept talking to them, his voice calm and unruffled. Her respect for him rose a thousand percent because she knew she would never sound that cool under fire.

Some of the Taliban escaped the Gatling guns and continued to hurtle toward her position. She released a spent mag, dropping it into the dirt in front of her, slapping another one into the M-4 with the palm of her aching hand. Behind her, above all the roar and noise, someone screamed. It sounded familiar, one of the crew. But who? She couldn’t just get up and leave her position; that would be unforgivable. She had to remain where she was.

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