Red Angel: Book II: Raiders (Red Angel Series 2) by C. R. Daems Page B
Authors: C. R. Daems
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but also hard to be precise." I waved my arm and Red across my body. "Those pellets will kill a snake as well as a human." I crouched as I backed up so I could also swing my arm across my legs.
This stalemate wasn't going to last forever. The five were pointing their guns in different directions, and sooner or later someone was going to take a shot.
I shot the one trying to get a headshot at me in the shoulder of his gun arm then ran sideways, crab-like, while shooting at the walls and floor around them and waving Red.
Someone fired at my feet.
Pain shot up through my calves.
I dropped to my knees and held Red to cover my head and chest and began firing, trying to avoid shots to the chest and head.
They staggered backward. Several tripped in the mad scramble, and they all went down.
I rose and hobbled backward to the starboard hallway and began a limping run toward the shuttle bays, leaving a trail of blood. My growing panic made the pain a secondary problem that I somehow all but ignored as I pushed myself, knowing I was in a life-or-death race.
"Captain, M2," I panted, "Tell me when they turn into the hallway."
"Understood," he said.
I continued hopping-limping-running as fast as my wobbly legs and light headiness would permit, expecting any moment to hear shots.
"Now!" MacLin shouted in my ear.
I turned sideways and fired several shots.
To my surprise, they fired back.
I realized my gun arm was pointing back toward them but Red was hidden from their view. I couldn't bring myself to turn Red toward them, for fear they would hit him in the heat of the moment. I ducked into the middle connecting hallway seconds after pellets from multiple shots hit me and a scorching pain exploded through my back and side.
I was going to die if I continued this silly game.
I took a deep breath, stuck my arm with Red on it out first, then swung out partially with my laser arm and began firing to kill. I hit one in the head and one in the chest before they retreated back into the connecting hallway. As soon as they did, I began a crab-like run holding Red in front of my head. One man lay dead in the hallway as I reached the door to shuttle bay M2. I felt weak as a baby and barely managed to get it open.
"Red, if you're hungry, you had better get it now before it all runs out," I think I said in jest. I felt dizzy and was having trouble concentrating, although I did manage to lock the door behind me. When I looked around the bay, a man in a spacesuit came toward me, holding another spacesuit.
"Anna, let me help you into the suit. We don't have much time," said a voice that sounded like Pannell’s.
I let him support me as he got my legs then arms into the suit. I knew we had to hurry, but I couldn't seem to help.
He finally zipped me up and locked the helmet in place. Then he dragged me backward. We were halfway to the shuttle when the three men broke through the door.
"Now!" Pannell said.
I heard the bay door open, and we were sucked out into space.
* * *
I felt Red lying between my still developing breasts, and a sense of wellbeing spread through me. I drifted back into the darkness. I felt hot and Red struck me in the neck, and I drifted back into the darkness. I felt Red curl around my neck and his tongue brush my cheek, and I became aware of the beeping machines, smell of antiseptics, and the feeling of wires attached to my chest and arms. I sighed in resignation.
"She's awake," Kris shouted. "That was the dumbest thing you've ever done. Don't pretend you can't hear me. The monitors show you're awake. Do you know Red got hit too?" She continued her rant, but I could feel her relief and affection.
My eyes flew open and I reached up to touch Red, running my hand along his body. Halfway along, I felt the wrap.
"Yes, and you had eight," she said as she hugged me, tears running down her cheeks onto mine. When I winced in pain, she released me but continued to hold my hand.
Just then, Alexa and MacLin entered the room.
This stalemate wasn't going to last forever. The five were pointing their guns in different directions, and sooner or later someone was going to take a shot.
I shot the one trying to get a headshot at me in the shoulder of his gun arm then ran sideways, crab-like, while shooting at the walls and floor around them and waving Red.
Someone fired at my feet.
Pain shot up through my calves.
I dropped to my knees and held Red to cover my head and chest and began firing, trying to avoid shots to the chest and head.
They staggered backward. Several tripped in the mad scramble, and they all went down.
I rose and hobbled backward to the starboard hallway and began a limping run toward the shuttle bays, leaving a trail of blood. My growing panic made the pain a secondary problem that I somehow all but ignored as I pushed myself, knowing I was in a life-or-death race.
"Captain, M2," I panted, "Tell me when they turn into the hallway."
"Understood," he said.
I continued hopping-limping-running as fast as my wobbly legs and light headiness would permit, expecting any moment to hear shots.
"Now!" MacLin shouted in my ear.
I turned sideways and fired several shots.
To my surprise, they fired back.
I realized my gun arm was pointing back toward them but Red was hidden from their view. I couldn't bring myself to turn Red toward them, for fear they would hit him in the heat of the moment. I ducked into the middle connecting hallway seconds after pellets from multiple shots hit me and a scorching pain exploded through my back and side.
I was going to die if I continued this silly game.
I took a deep breath, stuck my arm with Red on it out first, then swung out partially with my laser arm and began firing to kill. I hit one in the head and one in the chest before they retreated back into the connecting hallway. As soon as they did, I began a crab-like run holding Red in front of my head. One man lay dead in the hallway as I reached the door to shuttle bay M2. I felt weak as a baby and barely managed to get it open.
"Red, if you're hungry, you had better get it now before it all runs out," I think I said in jest. I felt dizzy and was having trouble concentrating, although I did manage to lock the door behind me. When I looked around the bay, a man in a spacesuit came toward me, holding another spacesuit.
"Anna, let me help you into the suit. We don't have much time," said a voice that sounded like Pannell’s.
I let him support me as he got my legs then arms into the suit. I knew we had to hurry, but I couldn't seem to help.
He finally zipped me up and locked the helmet in place. Then he dragged me backward. We were halfway to the shuttle when the three men broke through the door.
"Now!" Pannell said.
I heard the bay door open, and we were sucked out into space.
* * *
I felt Red lying between my still developing breasts, and a sense of wellbeing spread through me. I drifted back into the darkness. I felt hot and Red struck me in the neck, and I drifted back into the darkness. I felt Red curl around my neck and his tongue brush my cheek, and I became aware of the beeping machines, smell of antiseptics, and the feeling of wires attached to my chest and arms. I sighed in resignation.
"She's awake," Kris shouted. "That was the dumbest thing you've ever done. Don't pretend you can't hear me. The monitors show you're awake. Do you know Red got hit too?" She continued her rant, but I could feel her relief and affection.
My eyes flew open and I reached up to touch Red, running my hand along his body. Halfway along, I felt the wrap.
"Yes, and you had eight," she said as she hugged me, tears running down her cheeks onto mine. When I winced in pain, she released me but continued to hold my hand.
Just then, Alexa and MacLin entered the room.
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