Blood Vengeance

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

At the same time, Smyth burst out of his hiding place, rushing forward in full assault mode. The team had all agreed that leaving a man behind was actually a good idea on this occasion. It had been Alicia’s plan. Smyth had listened to it and allowed an evil little grin to spread across his face.

“I’ll do it,” he snarled. “I’d love to waste all these bastards. It’ll be my personal revenge for Romero.”

The Delta man had carefully dug deep into a mound of loose shale on the far side of the courtyard so that now, as he burst into sight, he was behind them. His machine gun was turned to full auto, spitting and coughing in his hands, spraying the field, and the fact that he shot many a mercenary in the back did not faze him at all.

They had butchered and terrorized, had this group. They had murdered without remorse. They had massacred and, not only that, they had done it all without the slightest care for civilian welfare. The innocent were no more than obstacles to be smashed aside in their eyes.

Let them die badly then.

A cluster of men by the gates went down, never understanding what hit them. The last of them tried to twist around but lost his head in Smyth’s next burst. As he ran, the concrete base around him kicked up dust and chips. Bullets pecked around his own feet. He chanced a look to the rear and saw Kovalenko and his two lieutenants surrounded by many men, some of whom were firing at him.

Damn. If I had waited…

But that was not the plan. The nearby American base would be sending the hand of God to fall upon this place very soon. If he wanted any hope of surviving the strike, he had to be with the team. Smyth’s feet fairly danced amid the bullets, each step taking him nearer the shattered gates. In another second he was through and let the machine gun rattle once more, taking out another three targets.

Head down, he ran on, hoping to God one of the SPEAR team was keeping their eyes on him.