Deathlands 117: Desolation Angels by James Axler

Author:James Axler
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Science Fiction
ISBN: 0373626274
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-07-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“Now,” Krysty heard Ryan yell.

She turned around into the glassless window she’d been standing next to, her Smith & Wesson 640 gripped tightly in both hands. Two men in Angel colors were walking in her field of view in the bright morning sun. They carried blasters and walked in that sort of hunched-over way people often did when they were in what they understand to be a danger zone.

She bit down hard on her misgivings. After the part they’d been tricked into playing in the subjugation of the ville northwest of DPD headquarters, it was hard for her to think of the Desolation Angels as the ones most deserving of getting suddenly blasted. But she also lined up the sights and shot the nearer man, who had long, lank, light-brown hair, right through his bare left biceps. This was all-out war, and if the Angels stumbled on them, they’d certainly shoot first.

And then shoot again to make sure and move on without bothering with questions.

The man fell yelling. Krysty didn’t know whether the soft .38 caliber lead slug had penetrated his torso or not. The farther Angel, a goateed black man, turned toward her, bringing up his single-shot shotgun. She quickly fired twice at him. She thought she missed both times, but he dived to the street, anyway.

To her left Mildred was banging away with her usual precision with her ZKR target revolver. To the right, the shotgun barrel of Doc’s LeMat bellowed, eliciting a scream followed by booming shots from the main .44 caliber barrel. At the southeast end of the roofless ruin of what J.B. suggested had been a machine shop, Ryan cranked rounds from his SIG at the tail end of the twelve-man Angel patrol.

A bullet cracked off the brickwork by Krysty’s head, forcing her to crouch hurriedly below the sill. A violent fusillade burst from the survivors of the companions’ first volley, bullets snapping and whistling through the tall, narrow windows.

The others all ducked down or sideways out of the line of fire. Then from up the street came a snarl of full-auto fire. J.B. and Ricky had opened up from behind piles of rubble of the next building that had slumped into the street and partially blocked it. Ricky was using his DeLisle, Krysty knew, so she didn’t expect to hear his shots.

Yells of alarm and cries of pain broke out from the patrol. Then J.B. called, “They’re running!”

He fired another burst just to keep them headed in the right direction.

Cautiously, Krysty straightened enough to peer out the window. The street was littered with moaning, writhing forms and ones that just lay still. From a quick glance she could tell seven or eight of the Angels had been hit hard enough to go down.

The sharp, hard stink of burned propellant and lubricant was enough to beat down the smells of gore and voided bowels.

From the east came the sounds of a major firefight. Krysty was becoming aware of the noise again after totally focusing

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