Standing When Others Fall (The Last Brigade Book 7) by William Alan Webb

Author:William Alan Webb [Webb, William Alan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Last Brigade Books
Published: 2024-05-23T00:00:00+00:00

A thunderous crash shattered the brief moment of calm, reverberating through the concourse. La Reina’s head snapped towards the sound, her eyes widening in disbelief as an LAV-25 armored vehicle smashed through the terminal’s front doors, glass and metal shrieking in protest. The 25mm chain gun atop the vehicle swiveled menacingly, seeking targets.

Then the Marines opened fire.

It was a slaughter. The Cartel soldiers out in the terminal, hiding behind the overturned benches crumpled like marionettes with cut strings, torn to shreds by the relentless cannon shells. Blood splattered the area like an abstractionist slinging red paint at a canvas.

La Reina felt her heart lurch. They were coming. The Marines were coming for her.

Fear and awe warred within her as she watched the armored behemoth roll forward, Marines flanking it on either side, weapons at the ready. The sheer power they wielded, the coordination of their movements - it was both terrifying and mesmerizing. A part of her, the part not consumed by dread, envied that power, craved it.

Around her, Cartel soldiers scrambled, falling back to defensive positions deeper within the terminal. Barked orders and frantic footsteps filled the air, punctuated by the ominous growl of the LAV’s engine.

One man, a young recruit whose name La Reina had never bothered to learn, bolted for an open door leading out onto the tarmac. He leaped through, desperate for escape.

A single gunshot cracked, and the man crumpled, a dark stain spreading across his back. La Reina’s gaze flicked to the source: El Coyote, her ruthless enforcer, his pistol still aimed at the fallen man.

“No one runs,” he snarled, his scarred face a mask of cold fury. “We fight, or we die. There is no other choice.”

La Reina’s lips thinned. El Coyote was right. Running was death. Their only chance, slim as it might be, was to make the Marines pay for every step, to bleed them until they choked on it.

She turned to her men, her voice like a whip crack. “Pray to your god if you want, but die like men...”

The rest went unspoken, but the message was clear. They would fight to the bitter end. For in this battle, there would be no quarter, no mercy. Only the victorious and the vanquished.

And La Reina had no intention of being the latter.

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