Survivor by Logan Ryles

Author:Logan Ryles [Ryles, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ryker Morgan Publishing
Published: 2021-01-10T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Two

Hwy 45 South

Mississippi

“Reed’s in Baton Rouge! I sold him ten pounds of C4 this morning.”

As it turned out, T-Rex was no Fort Knox. He squealed only moments after being tied to the bed, and over the next ten minutes, the group mined as much information as they could out of him. Then, after promising to alert the front desk in a couple hours, they left him tied up and took inventory of his van on their way out.

The panel van, painted with gaudy images of Greek gods, was loaded to the gills with every sort of weaponry and combat equipment imaginable. Wolfgang said he was fully equipped, and Lucy seemed happy with her swords and knives, but Kelly and Banks dug through the boxes and trays and surfaced with enough firepower to continue their mini-war. Kelly selected a Smith and Wesson M&P 9mm compact, along with an extra magazine, a flashlight, and a holster. The weapon disappeared beneath her burka like a shadow.

Banks found a small revolver—another Smith and Wesson—chambered in .38 Special, and tucked it into her waistband. On her way out, she spotted a pump shotgun on a rack. It was short and black, with a pistol grip and sawed-off barrel. Upon further inspection, she found it to be chambered in 20-gauge, a lighter-recoiling load still fully capable of knocking a grown man off his feet. Banks was very familiar with shotguns—she had fired several of them while growing up in Mississippi. Something about the simple elegance of the sawed-off was attractive to her.

She found a bandolier of 20-gauge buckshot and grabbed the gun, piling out of the van and nodding to the others.

“I’m good. Let’s roll.”

Wolfgang’s car was a Mercedes AMG S63 Coupe, and it was by far the nicest car Banks had ever ridden in. Lucy and Kelly, the two smallest members of what Lucy named “The Ass-Kicking Squad Plus This Dude,” piled into the cramped back seats of the car while Banks dropped the shotgun into the trunk and slid into the front passenger seat. There had been a brief debate over whether to drive Lucy’s rented SUV, but Wolfgang wouldn’t hear of it.

“Style. Your squad needs it,” he said as he hit the start button and the Mercedes’ giant engine roared to life. That sound, coupled with the glowing Mercedes logo on the front grill, brought a twist to Banks’s stomach. She remembered the last time she had seen this car, in another forest, on another road, in another state. She remembered the rattle of automatic gunshots as Wolfgang pressed a submachine gun through his window and opened fire on her Beetle.

She paused a moment, staring him down. The tall man dressed in a wool coat, with his hair neatly combed to one side and a wry smile on his face, seemed nothing like the cool, calculated killer who had launched grenades at her in North Carolina. She knew instinctively that she should be wary of this man. Maybe even afraid. But somehow, she wasn’t.

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