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"You don't look like the other barbarians." The older male who seemed in charge assessed me from head to toe.
The kallini, Murphy, said, "He looks like one of the ones on the other side of the sea. I saw drone images, and he looks like one of those barbarians with his red skin."
"You must have been studying them pretty hard. Oh sorry, forgot you don't get hard," the male who had made fun of her before cackled.
"Shut up, Reynolds," the male in charge ordered.
While they were busy bickering with one another, I moved my bound hands around, trying to take off whatever they had bound me with. It didn't feel like rope, but it didn't feel like metal either as it bit into my skin. Whatever it was, though, it was as tough as metal. There was not the slightest give to the material as it cut into my flesh. Soon, warm liquid ran down my palms, and I stopped struggling with the bindings. There was no sense in injuring my hands.
"Let me see those hands," Chrissy's familiar voice bit out into the large hall we stood in, but in a tone I had never heard her use before. It was deep and commanding, and if there had been any doubt about who was in charge after hearing her voice, one look at the large, long weapon in her hand did the trick.
The other soldiers, busy with their bickering and assuming me subdued, had lowered their weapons and were now at a disadvantage even though they outnumbered her.
I held my breath and watched each of the soldiers carefully, ready to body check whoever made a move against my mate.
"Sir?" Reynolds looked questioning at the older male but kept his gun down.
"Colonel McGuire," the man in charge greeted Chrissy.
"Sergeant Van Horn," Chrissy nodded.
"Keep your weapons down," Van Horn told his soldiers before he turned back to Chrissy. "I suggest you give up now, Colonel. Reinforcements will arrive any minute and none of us want a bloodbath."
"Oh, you mean the reinforcements the owner of this M8 was supposed to call?" Chrissy moved her gun pointedly.
"What did you do to Schwartz? You are a traitor," Van Horn spat.
"Keep your panties on; he's fine. Unconscious for now and probably in for the mother of all headaches, but alive. Now, if you would drop your guns to the ground and kick them over here, I would be very much obliged."
"No can do, ma'am," Van Horn stated, raising my senses for danger. Van Horn would not give up easily.
"Don't make me shoot you, Van Horn," Chrissy warned, pointing the end of the weapon at him.
"You can't take all of us, ma'am," Van Horn said, and the air inside the large storage space thickened. I noticed some of the soldiers' knuckles turning white as they gripped their weapons harder.
VanHornandIwent way back, and I hated the idea of fighting him. He was also a man who I knew wouldn't budge. He was a firm believer in the chain of command and would never go over the heads of his superiors even when he knew they were wrong.
From the moment I recognized him, I knew this would end in a battle. I wanted to give the soldiers under his command a chance though.
"They lied to us, Van Horn," I said, knowing full well even if it bothered him, it wouldn't change a single thing.
"So you say, ma'am, yet you are the one they're looking for."
"They sent my squad and me into a trap, hoping we would all get killed, because I questioned them."
"And here you are, alive, while the others are dead," Van Horn pointed out.
"Chrissy," Kendryx yelled before he body slammed into one of the soldiers who must have been trying to take advantage of my momentary distraction while exchanging words with Van Horn.
The staccato of machine gun fire rang out as the soldier and Kendryx went down. The man must have squeezed the trigger when Kendryx pushed him. Luckily, the bullets went into the ceiling and the soldier lost hold of his weapon.
The others, though, raised theirs, and I ducked behind a crate and opened fire, making sure to keep the spray of flying bullets from Kendryx's body.
A man went down with a yelp and red blossomed on the top of his white uniform, which couldn't withstand the impact of the slugs the M8 packed.
A hail of fire hit the crate I was hiding behind as the other three opened fire on me.
Kendryx and the one he had body slammed were rolling on the ground. Kendryx's hands were cuffed behind his back, and I worried he would get hit by a stray bullet if I didn't end this soon.
