Connor knew the consequences of the gunshots. Only two types of people carried guns in a city on lockdown. The police and terrorists. Connor was pretty sure he didn’t fall into either category. Three types, then. http://www.amazon.com/author/burning
Connor knew the consequences of the gunshots. Only two types of people carried guns in a city on lockdown. The police and terrorists. Connor was pretty sure he didn’t fall into either category. Three types, then. http://www.amazon.com/author/burning
The three men on the roof dropped back into their defensive positions, this time with no specific direction. They didn’t need to speak. Just a glance let them read one another’s intentions. Connor crawled across the rooftop, heading for the top of the stairs. The other two spread out to cover opposite corners. Had the … Continue reading ♠ Shotgun blues ♠
The column of police was just metres away. Connor, Bjorn and Vihaan ducked down beneath the wall and waited. The engines didn’t stop, there was no gunfire and their would-be attackers passed without incident. “A routine patrol.” Connor breathed a sigh of relief. Back to the matter in hand. Lanseria or Rand airport? “How did … Continue reading ♠ Blow up your video ♠
“Get down!” The sound of an engine lumbering down 7th Street, startled the four of them. There was only one organization likely to be out on the streets of Melville at this time, and they weren’t friendly. “Who is it?” Bjorn whispered, crouched beside Connor peering over the waist-high wall surrounding the rooftop garden. “Police. … Continue reading ♠ Massacre ♠
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“Kak. Nobody’s immune. Not with all the mutations.” “I am.” Gertie shrugged. “Because of my own mutations.” Connor studied the back of her head. Then he looked at what was left of the task force. “For real?” They both nodded. “And it can be replicated? Passed on, whatever the word is?” More nods. Connor let … Continue reading ♠ Revelations ♠
Bjorn started coughing. A wheezy cough at first, then hacking. His face turned red and he put his hand out to one of the tables to steady himself. The other man smacked him on the back without taking his gun or his gaze from Connor. “Thanks, Vihaan. OK, this is the way it’s going to … Continue reading ♠ Airport ♠
Now he’d had enough. Now he dared. In a lightning-fast move he’d practised tirelessly in front of his bedroom mirror, Connor spun on his heel, knocked the gun aside, then grabbed it with his other hand. He hadn’t expected the slap that knocked his head to the side. But he accepted it as the lesser … Continue reading ♠ Mexican standoff ♠
They were coming his way. Connor stepped back into the shadows, heels reaching for the bottom of the stairs. Yes, there they were. He climbed sideways, keeping an eye on his new companions while trying to check out the rooftop at the same time. Used to be his favourite drinking spot. Then he’d met Francina … Continue reading ♠ Holy wars ♠
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