Straight to Hell - A Quincy Harker, Demon Hunter Novella by John G. Hartness

Author:John G. Hartness [Hartness, John G.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Falstaff Books
Published: 2015-04-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

I sat in the back with Ren, going over ammunition and weapons. I had six rounds left in my Ruger, plus two spare magazines. My Sig P226 MK25 was still holstered, with one in the pipe for 16 rounds in the pistol, plus two 15-round magazines in the holder under my opposite arm. I drew the pistol and checked the laser sight, making a bright red dot on the back of Flynn’s seat.

“Don’t point that thing at me, dickhead,” she said without turning around.

“Oh quit your whining, the safety’s on,” I said, then checked to make sure I was right. It was going to take some getting used to, being around a woman who could see through my eyes if she tried hard enough. I holstered the Sig and checked my knives to make sure they were all accessible and sharp.

“You look like you’re ready to take on a giant,” Ren said.

“I don’t know what we’re getting into, but I have a feeling it won’t be pretty,” I replied.

“It won’t. It seems that our friendly neighborhood Apocalypse cult has broken the second seal, and War is taking the form of a pissed-off motorcycle gang,” Smith said from the front seat.

“Huh?” I asked.

“The local gang task force has been keeping an eye on the local Renegades MC for a while now, suspecting them of heading up a major meth distribution ring. Today they shot the surveillance detail and rode across town to burn down the clubhouse of a rival gang, the Devil’s Rejects. None of the Rejects survived, but one of our surveillance team made it out of the initial attack. She said they all followed a tall man driving a red Mustang convertible.”

“The red horse,” I said.

“Slightly updated,” Smith agreed.

“So where are they now?” Flynn asked from the passenger seat.

“They went back to their clubhouse where they sealed themselves in tight and commenced to shooting anyone who walked within fifty yards of the place. Which is a problem because there’s a daycare right across the street.”

“I assume it’s been evacuated?” I asked.

“Can’t. We tried to get a van in there, but the Renegades are better armed than we expected. They hit our van with an RPG. We lost four officers.”

“So we have a bunch of psycho bikers with rocket launchers led by a mystical embodiment of the spirit of War, and if we don’t stop them, they’ll burn the city to the ground and usher in the end of the world, is that it?” I summed it up, as much for myself as anyone else.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much got it in a nutshell,” Smith agreed.

“Face impossible odds and save the world from certain destruction? Must be Tuesday,” I sighed, leaning back and resting my head against the SUV’s soft interior.

We pulled into a grocery store parking lot a couple football fields away from the clubhouse and got out of the Suburban. A uniform walked up to us and said, “I assume you’re the government assholes the captain said would be coming.

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