Chapter 92

“We didn’t have time.”

“The fuck we didn’t! No one made you mission commander, Bryant, and you don’t have the first fucking clue what shots I can make.”

“Stop whining and fire back at these assholes. That’s the only way we’re getting out of here alive.”

Zy whipped his stare around. In between the clouds of dust their race through the desert had kicked up, he saw something that made his blood run cold. “They’ve got a mounted fifty-cal!”

“Motherfucking son of a bitch,” Walker cursed as he jerked out his Glock. “Don’t ever stop my shot again. And if I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

There was no way anyone was hitting the enemy vehicle with that weapon at that distance. “Are you out of your mind?”

Walker glared at him like a bug to be squashed. “You got a better idea, new guy?”

Zy didn’t, and that sucked, so he closed his mouth, drew his own weapon, and sent up a prayer.

The sun inched up the horizon, and Cutter wisely drove east, stra