Page 29 of Scars of Fate

Another disappeared behind a rocky outcropping.

The Brave exploded into motion.

Exactly as we’d trained.

Russ climbed onto the hood of the lead vehicle and scanned the ridgeline through his scope.

“Multiple shooters! High ground!”

Boone was already helping civilians out of the second vehicle.

“Move!”

“Stay low!”

“Follow me!”

Terrified families scrambled toward a cluster of boulders as bullets sparked off the armored doors.

I didn’t take my eyes off the ridgeline.

“They’re disciplined.”

Adam nodded.

“Not militia.”

“No. They’re trained.”

Another burst of automatic fire ripped across the convoy.

Hawk answered with three carefully aimed shots.

One enemy fighter disappeared behind the ridgeline.

“Target down.”

The radio crackled.

“More moving east!”

I studied the terrain.

Something wasn’t right.

The attackers weren’t trying to destroy us.

They were herding us.

Forcing us deeper into the canyon.

Into a kill box.

Someone had planned every inch of this.

“They know exactly where we’re going.”

Adam looked at me.