Page 46 of Scars of Fate

He raised a pair of binoculars and studied our position.

Then he slowly lowered them.

“He knows exactly who we are,” I said.

Adam looked through his own binoculars.

“I think you’re right.”

The commander lifted one hand.

Enemy fighters spread out with practiced precision.

Bounding.

Covering one another.

Military tactics.

Not desperation.

Training.

Hawk settled behind his rifle.

“They’re trying to flank us.”

“I see it.”

I keyed my radio.

“Russ, three-man element moving toward your position.”

“Already tracking.”

A second later, Russ’s rifle barked twice.

Two enemy fighters dropped.

The third disappeared behind cover.

“One escaped.”

“He won’t get far.”

Boone’s voice came next.

“Civilians are halfway to the trail.”

I couldn’t stop myself.

“And Wynn?”

There was a pause.

Then Boone chuckled.

“I had a feeling that’d be your next question.”