Next to me, Rachel said, “Does he really think he’s going to stop Ray by himself?”
I didn’t say anything. I’d pulled up my communicator. They’d given Sean one, and he’d managed not to trash it yet. I clicked, and got a GPS view of the team including Sean’s dot.
He was flying toward the address Gimpius had given us. Continue reading The Executioner: Part 2
It’s a bit of an understatement to say that Sean wouldn’t have been my first choice of companions.
I decided to ignore him, and texted Jaclyn.
Me: Can you check my dad’s office?
Jaclyn: I’ll do it. Should I meet you if he’s okay?
I was about to send her the address, but Rachel said, “What if Ray touches her?” Continue reading The Executioner: Part 1
While Gunther talked to Gimpius, I tapped out a message to Jaclyn.
“Busy?”
If she were in the middle of a fight, a text would be easier to ignore than a call. Probably.
Her message came back seconds later. Continue reading Targets: Part 25
I didn’t even think about what I’d be hitting. I fired, holding the button down even though I knew it used more power.
I don’t think I panicked, but I can’t say I was thinking clearly.
Being rushed by someone who you know can kill you does that. Continue reading Targets: Part 24
Alex pushed the man’s hand off himself, rolling his body to the right and standing up.
I didn’t get a chance to see what happened to him after that because the next group of Cabal soldiers had also jumped out of the forest.
One of them landed directly on the hood of Haley’s car–which didn’t dent, though it did bounce a little.
I didn’t have time to point and aim the laser in the neck at him, but I had been holding the guitar.
I pressed the button that set off what I thought of as the “light show lasers.” Continue reading Targets: Part 23
Haley parked the car by the side of the road. As we got out, I couldn’t help but notice who wasn’t there–Jaclyn, Cassie and Julie. And that sucked because Cassie could have chopped them to pieces, Julie could have told them to stop, and had a pretty good chance that they’d listen, and Jaclyn…
Jaclyn could have done something. Physically, she was the only one of us who was in Prime’s army’s league. Plus she was a whole lot faster than any of them.
I couldn’t say that we were doomed, but part of me would have felt better knowing they were with us.
Continue reading Targets: Part 22
Off to our left, bright red beams lanced the ground, and then raked across the building I’d been in. It didn’t look like much–a concrete block with brown, wooden siding on the edge of farmland.
When the beams hit the back of the building, it exploded. I wondered if Travis had hit a gas line or if they had had an armory back there.
Continue reading Targets: Part 21
He lay on the road. Then he pulled himself up, and limped to the side.
He sat down in the front lawn of an old white house that hadn’t been painted in at least twenty years. Most of its paint had flaked off the wood.
With luck, no one lived there. Continue reading Targets: Part 20
I did something stupid. I looked back.
The big, bald guy handled the door differently than I had. He leaned in and hit the metal edge of the door with his shoulder, smashing it out of the frame, and the frame partly out of the building.
Turning my head forward, I ran across the lawn toward the car. Continue reading Targets: Part 19
There weren’t any windows in the room, so when the lights went out, it didn’t just become a little darker in the room, it became completely black.
Well, completely black except for the line of light at the bottom of the door.
“Don’t move,” Ray said, and something clicked, followed by a frustrated sigh.
Then, I heard a rustling noise. I guessed it might be Ray or Allen’s gun being pulled from its holster. Continue reading Targets: Part 18