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The crackof the rifle shot rebounded from the cliffs cuffing the edges of Spirit Lake. Time stopped. For one blissful second I enjoyed the fact that Lenny Ace was dead. Then that second ended and all fucking hell broke loose.
“Damnit,” I growled through my teeth, dropping my cell phone to the wooden floorboards in exchange for my second weapon, lifting both guns to fire two shots at once, sending two Aces to their graves as the wave of them resurfaced, stampeding down the docks towards us now, the vibrations of their pounding footfalls ricocheting up my legs.
“Get ready,” I yelled to the others, rolling out of the path of a bullet to put myself deeper into the warehouse, waiting for them to come rushing through so I could pick them off one by one. The opening was wide, but not wide enough for more than five to get through at once.
If we did this just right, none would make it further than a few feet inside.
A female grunt came from outside and someone shrieked on the docks.
“Ghost,” Rook roared, rushing out into the opening, out into the night onto the docks to meet our enemies, foiling my plan completely.
“Fucking hell,” I ran after him, my stomach vaulting into my throat at the deafening staccato of gunfire swelling in the atmosphere.
My Sparrow had jumped down, and I watched her swipe her blade over a throat, her other hand tossing a blade in the air to catch it with the business end pointed the opposite direction as she stabbed another attacker in the thigh, swinging her body low to avoid his flying fist before she danced around his back and stabbed him in the side of his neck.
A barrel raised in my direction, and I ducked low, sweeping feet out from under a body, pumping a well-placed piece of lead between his eyes.
They were still coming, and I saw the shine of a longer weapon, sharp angled and whistled hard and sharp, letting the others know we were about to be playing an entirely different sort of game.
“Get inside,” I bellowed. “Keep them back!”
I took out two more before I needed to change a mag and a Dead Man got the jump on me, butting the hard metal handle of his weapon into the side of my temple, making flares of light pop into my vision as I careened to one side.
I shook my head, trying to clear my eyes, alert and ready for another attack, but when I opened my eyes again, it was to look down the barrel of a gun.
My lips parted.
He fired.
Click.
He was out of bullets, the idiot. I disarmed him, throwing my entire body into the hit as I pistol whipped his ass unconscious.
Grey, Rook, and Ava Jade were almost all the way into the warehouse, and I grimaced, looking down the dock to the storm blowing our way. All the Aces and Dead Men who’d been hanging out by the vehicles, waiting, were coming this way now, too. A guy I recognized to be the leader of the Dead Men was at their helm. He roared, lifting an AK high over his head.
Shit.
I took a second to turn my attention beyond them, to the road curving up and away into the trees. There was still no sign of Diesel. Not even the faintest glow of headlights or even the rumble of engines approaching.
This wasn’t good.
“Corvus!” Ava Jade shouted, and I turned, heat rushing through me as I raced back into the warehouse, quick, jerking movement making something in my belly pinch uncomfortably.
A warm wetness was seeping into my jeans, sticking against my thigh.
I pressed the side of my weapon and my knuckles to my stomach, my hand coming away vivid red in the flashing lights inside the pier.
I grimaced, baring my teeth as I growled through the pain, searching for Ava Jade in the fray as our people fought to keep any more of the enemy from entering the building.
I caught a flash of dark hair and went for it, keeping a wary eye trained on the door, picking off Aces and Dead Men at will as I made my way over to her.
She ducked to avoid a blow and came up like a fucking springboard, her eyes going wide at something over my head. The zip of her blade arcing just next to my head filled my right ear before someone behind me fell with a watery croak.
My Sparrow drew her Glock and fired toward the bay door, backing up over the pile of dead strewn over the wooden planks at our feet.
We were fending them off as well as we could.
Then Crowley went down, his brains exploding out the back of his head as he fell.
