Page 39 of Scars of Fate

The machine gun roared.

Enemy fighters scattered in every direction.

Shouts of alarm spread through their lines.

They’d finally realized we were behind them.

Panic followed.

Exactly what Adam wanted.

Down below, Russ didn’t hesitate.

“Move!”

Boone immediately began leading the civilians toward the western trail.

The opening we’d created wouldn’t last long.

I scanned the canyon through my scope.

More trucks were coming.

“They’ve got reinforcements.”

Adam nodded.

“I know.”

“They’re not giving up.”

“No.”

“Neither are we.”

Another explosion shook the canyon.

Enemy rounds slammed into the rocks around us.

One ricochet screamed past Hawk’s shoulder.

He didn’t even flinch.

“Little high.”

I couldn’t help it.

I laughed.

Only Hawk could joke in the middle of a firefight.

Then movement caught my eye.

A sniper.

Five hundred yards away.

Hidden beneath camouflage netting.