Divided We Fall (Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Book 6) by Lundy W.J

Author:Lundy, W.J. [Lundy, W.J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Publisher: PHALANX PRESS
Published: 2015-07-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Light reflected off the ceiling of the watchtower from the flickering of flames, while the sounds of the dry brush and grass crackled as it burned on the scarred earth below. Strands of fence wire and posts mixed with the twisted bodies of the Primals. Flames licked the steel legs of the watchtower, but they were tall enough to protect its occupants from the heat. A light breeze pushed smoke through the tower’s windows as the walls rattled with the nearby impact of artillery fire.

Sean took off his rucksack and glanced over at Chelsea, who was pulling a long wooden footlocker away from the wall. He was tired; they had been moving for hours now, and much of it had been fast paced without an opportunity for rest. He sighed and paced away from the window, dropping to the floor in a crouch. “Anything?” Sean asked.

Chelsea used her multi-tool to break the seal off a deep wooden footlocker. She flung the cover open and pulled out three steel ammo boxes. “I got two cans of .223 and one 9mm,” she said.

Villegas moved across the watchtower floor and grabbed one of the cans. He broke the steel wire keeping it closed, and then took a stack of cardboard boxes before moving to a corner of the tower to fill his magazines. Chelsea continued to dig through the footlocker, lifting out a case of MREs and a package of water bottles. She used her multi-tool to pop the tie on the case of MREs and removed a tan package from the box. Too dark to read the label, she passed the mystery meal off to Shane. “See if she’ll eat something,” Chelsea said.

Sean stretched across the floor and reached for the water, removing a bottle from the shrink-wrap. “Smart of them to stock these towers with emergency rations.”

Chelsea nodded. Finding the footlocker now empty, she closed the lid and sat on it, pushing her feet away and stretching her tired legs. “How far to the next occupied tower?”

Sean stood and walked to the outer edge of the small space and looked along the perimeter fence. “Half mile, maybe, might as well be a thousand,” Sean said. He opened a window, letting in the sounds of battle. “If they didn’t abandon it.”

Chelsea looked up at him. “One of us should try to get to it; we should send a runner.”

Sean shook his head. “No, the birds saw us; they’d have called in our position.”

Shane mixed up a drink mix from the MRE and handed it to Ella. She took the bottle from him and drank thirstily; he ripped open a foil packet and smelled the meat mixture. Sticking a spoon into the middle of it, he handed the entire thing off to Ella. She took the packet and returned a sour glance.

“Just try, okay?” Shane said. He turned and looked at Sean. “I saw the contingencies; base security would have closed off the outer perimeters… fell back to the airfield. It’s going to take time for them to regroup and get us.

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