Biting the Bullet
Chapter One
Gunfire boomed in my ears, the sergeant crouched next to me yelling
with triumph as his target fell.
"You were right, ma'am," he told me. "They drop like stones if you
hit 'em in the forehead."
I nodded, appreciating the fact that he'd listened. Not all of them
had.
My boss, Vayl, and I had just finished unloading our supplies with
the help of our three-person crew. As we'd watched our Chinook fade
into the night sky the monsters had attacked.
The situation looked dire. We stood a hundred yards from the tiny
white farmhouse at which we'd arranged to meet the elite troops who
would help us complete our next mission. Most of our gear was still
packed, including the new high-tech weapons Bergman had brought for
the Special Ops guys - which would've come in pretty damn handy.
My gun, Grief, the Walther PPK Bergman had modified for me so it
could take down humans or vamps, rode in my shoulder holster. I also
carried my usual array of backup weaponry. A syringe of holy water
nested in the spring-loaded sheath I kept strapped around my right
wrist. I'd tucked three throwing knives up m ... read full excerpt from: Biting the Bullet ebook
