Dead Air: Shadowrun Legends, #11 by Jak Koke

Author:Jak Koke
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Catalyst Game Labs
Published: 2016-06-09T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The crash of shattered glass and the staccato spray of heavy gunfire rang in Jonathon’s ears until he could hear no more. He was crouched on the floor of the Nightsky, his shoulder pressed against the panel separating the driver’s seat and the limo’s rear compartment . He shook the shards of glass from his hair and watched, stunned, as Grids’s shoulder exploded.

Blood erupted like crimson lava through the black denim on Grids’s back, spraying the door and upholstery. In slow motion, the man’s body lifted up from the bullet’s impact, then slammed into the electronic console. He slid to the floor, leaving a trail of blood all the way down, and lay there.

Dead?

Jonathon’s heart beat once. Then twice, pounding like a bass drum.

Grids looked up then and screamed, wailing like a stuck pig as the color drained out of him. “I’m gonna die,” he yelled. “They fragging killed me!”

Jonathon reached across and clapped his hand against the wound to stop the bleeding. Hot sticky liquid gushed over his knuckles and down the underside of his arm as Grids screamed.

Synthia swallowed hard next to Jonathon, then reached over and touched the wound. Warmth rushed over the area, growing in heat until Jonathon had to pull his hand away.

Grids moaned, then stared at Synthia with a look of exhaustion, before gritting his teeth and bowing his head. Synthia nodded to him, then turned away and concentrated. She began to chant something and gestured once or twice in the air.

“Jonathon,” bellowed Venny. “Don’t move!”

Jonathon didn’t have to be told twice, but reached into the wide pocket of his duster and pulled out the Predator II just in case. Their attackers hadn’t fired again. Why?

Venny crouched low in the front seat, trying to sight through the ragged hole that had been the rear window of the Nightsky. In one hand, the troll held his laser-sighted Uzi III, in the other was some sort of black ball.

The Uzi’s laser flashed in and out of the car as Venny leaned for position. “The driver’s getting out,” Venny yelled. The Uzi sputtered as the troll fired.

Jonathon risked a look up the street, and for an instant he saw a dark blur near the door of the other car, moving faster than he thought possible. Coming straight for them.

The man was black-skinned and bald with multiple skillsofts bristling just above one ear. His eyes were chromed, and his motions were blindingly fast, but jerky, not like the smooth movements of Venice Jones. In armored synthleather he came like a robot, first firing a blast from the grenade port of his rifle. Then, as the grenade flew toward the hole where the rear window had been, the man’s eyes locked with Jonathon’s and he fired a pulse of his rifle directly at Jonathon’s head.

“Get down!” A heavy hand shoved Jonathon to the floor.

But it wasn’t Venny’s push that saved him. As he fell, Jonathon saw the bullets ricochet off something invisible. A transparent barrier less than a meter from his head.

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