Bug Out! Texas Book 6 is now in editing. Should be out in about a week!
Here’s a short selection:
“Well, we need to get out of this area,” Richardson said. “Look, the street is blocked up ahead.”
“There’s no other way out of here, with these damn one-way streets,” Lita cried.
Machine gun fire erupted from above, hitting a car three spots in front of them.
“Out of the car,” Richardson yelled. He rushed to the back, getting out his M-16, shooting at the rooftop where the fire was coming from.
“Juan Carlos, help Madison get to the sidewalk. Brendan, help be with the guns. Lita and Hannah, go with Juan Carlos and Madison.”
“Look out!” Brendan shouted, pointing at the roof on the other side of the street. He aimed the SMAW and fired, hitting the façade of the old building, the man with a machine gun tumbling down to the sidewalk with a blood-curdling scream.
Lita and Hannah got to the sidewalk next to Madison as Juan Carlos raced to get his M-16 from Richardson. He saw somebody coming out of the corner of his eye.
“Fighters on the ground!” he cried, turning and spraying fire in that direction. Then there was a shotgun blast, and several more rifle shots. Juan Carlos turned to see a group of citizens running in his direction.
“Yes!” Juan Carlos shouted, aiming at the approaching Islamists. He opened fire, cutting down several as more fire came from the roof. Brendon aimed the SMAW again, firing, a grenade blowing out the machine gun nest. Suddenly a hail of gunfire hit the side of the building, right by the edge, taking out more of the Islamists.
“The citizens have had enough!” Brendon shouted as he struggled to reload the SMAW.
“Look out, Brendan,” Juan Carlos said, aiming his M-16 at another roof. He fired, forcing the Islamists to duck behind the façade. Brendan aimed the SMAW and fired, blowing up that part of the roof.
“Yes!” a citizen yelled as debris and bodies fell down the front of the building.
“Nice shot, dude!” Juan Carlos said, covering him as he reloaded.
“I’d better check on the women,” Richardson yelled, running towards the sidewalk. They were down on the ground, Lita seeing him as he ran up.
“Give us some guns, dammit,” Lita said.
Richardson nodded, handing her his M-16.
“Now you don’t have a gun,” she said.
“Wanna bet?” he asked, opening the case he carried. He pulled out the BMG .50 cal and turned back to the street. There were more Islamists gathering on one of the roofs, getting ready to pour fire down on the citizens, who had all but slaughtered the Islamists on the ground. Richardson dropped the tripod on the .50 cal, ripped off the lens caps on the scope, and took aim, firing as fast as he could pull the trigger, the bullets smashing right through the cheap façade the enemy fighters were hiding behind.
Brendan and Juan Carlos focused on another roof, watching for movement.
“Look, there,” Juan Carlos said, pointing. “They’re setting up.”
“On it,” Brendan said, firing the SMAW, the top of the building crumbling as it exploded. The dust settled, Juan Carlos aiming his M-16 at the area when he saw a face pop up. He fired, hitting the man between the eyes, just as Brendan shot another round from the SMAW. The whole top of the building exploded in flames.
“Torched something up there,” Juan Carlos said.
“I’ve only got a few more rounds,” Brendan said.
“Yeah, I’m running out of ammo too,” Juan Carlos said.
More citizens were coming into the area, aiming guns of all types up at the rooftops, waiting for more fighters. Nobody came.
“We knocked them out!” yelled a citizen holding a bolt-action hunting rifle. “I nailed eight of them!”
“You think it’s over?” Brendan asked.
“It’s not,” Richardson said, aiming further down the street with the .50 cal resting on the top of a car. “I can see them in my scope. They’re setting up down there.”
“I’ll go get in range,” Brendan said.
“No, save your ammo,” Richardson said. “I’ve got this.” He fired several times, men screaming. Then the citizens saw where he was aiming and rushed up, sending a hail of lead at the position.
Richardson rushed over to Brendan and Juan Carlos. “Let’s go check on the girls. They aren’t safe where they are.”
“Yeah,” Juan Carlos said. They ran over to the sidewalk. The women were gone.
“Dammit, where’d they go?” Brendan asked.
“They helped a wounded woman into the drug store,” an old man said, his eyes on the roof tops, hands on his Winchester.
“Thanks,” Richardson said. He rushed in the door, Brendan and Juan Carlos following.
“Oh, thank God,” Lita said when she saw them coming.
“Is it over?” Madison asked.
“I don’t know,” Juan Carlos said. “It’s over on this section of the street.”
“This has awakened the citizens,” Richardson said. “There’s nearly a hundred armed civilians out there.”
“Are we bringing this stuff with us?” Hannah asked, face grim. “San Antonio was quiet for a while before we arrived.”
“Coincidence,” Richardson said. “They don’t know we’re here.”
“What now?” Lita asked.
“How’s the person you helped in here?” Richardson asked.
“She’s gonna be okay,” Lita said. “Flesh wound. Her husband came and got her.”
“We’re stuck in the city, aren’t we?” Madison asked.
“We might be,” Richardson said. “And we’re getting low on ammo.”
More automatic gunfire erupted, but it was further down the street, followed by the thunder of hundreds of rifles.
“Hear that?” Brendan asked, grin on his face.
“You think that was the citizens fighting back?” Hannah asked.
“Yeah,” Brendan said.
The first of my full length novels has been published in the Amazon Kindle store, available now. For those of you have have been readying the Bugout! series, the story involves George and Malcolm, and is set about seven years earlier. This book R rated, instead of the PG-13 of the Bugout! Series, so be warned. Here’s the link to “Never A Loose End”
Copyright Robert Boren 2016