Free SEALs of Honor: Mason by Dale Mayer Page B

times at a target but never in real life, she sighted on her target and pulled the trigger.
    The man who’d been leaning out of the front window of the second SUV, weapon in hand, collapsed, his body hanging limp over the passenger door.
    “Nice shot,” Cooper crowed. “Thank you, ma’am.”
    “You’re welcome,” she muttered but had to tear her gaze away from the man she’d killed. She bowed her head and silently apologized then added out loud, “I had to do it. You were trying to kill me.”
    “And you remember that. We’re not out of trouble yet.”
    She immediately pulled herself together. The SUV had dropped way back now that they were up against firepower. And with any luck there was only a driver in the vehicle too. Only it wasn’t to be. As she watched, the passenger door was opened and the dead man tossed out. Another man took his place.
    “There’s another shooter coming up.”
    “Damn,” Cooper called out. “We’ve got a bike coming down the hill on the left.”
    Oh no. She didn’t want an innocent bystander getting in the middle of this nightmare. It was probably a teenager doing what he did best – ripping rubber. She could hear the noise of the engine now that Cooper mentioned it. She was peering from the corner of the rearview mirror when a shot fired through the rear window, high but hitting part of the window still hanging, showering her in glass.
    “Ack.” She flung herself to the floor.
    “You okay?” Cooper called, trying to look around for her.
    “I’m fine. That was just a little too close.”
    She slid upwards into the corner again, still hidden but where she could watch as the asshole aimed again. He’d miss her, but he was likely going to hit the tires. Not happening. She couldn’t stand to be tossed around any more than she had been.
    Besides this was starting to piss her off.
    She fired through the shattered window at their windshield. She’d missed. Only the passenger side of the windshield shattered. That just made it easier on them to shoot at her. “God damn it,” she muttered. She had to do something. Then she laughed. That part would be easier.
    If they were going to shoot out tires, then she would too. That had been one of Harry’s favorite targets. Tires on a rope connected to a pulley that he could slow down or speed up. This she could do. She shifted back to get the best aim possible and shot.
    Bam. The tire blew and the vehicle swerved, hit a bank, lifted and rolled, coming to a loud stop in the center of the road. She grinned. Damn right. Take that assholes.
    The sound of the bike grew horrifically loud as it jumped a hillock and suddenly landed right behind the SUV. She gasped and shrank back until she saw the military pants and no helmet.
    Mason.
    She laughed and waved.
    The look on his face…yeah someone was going to catch hell.
    Cooper was already slowing down and pulling off to the side.
    “Uhm, shouldn’t we be going to the airport?” she called out to him.
    “We will in a few minutes. The guys are here.”
    Well, she saw Mason, but who knew where the others were. Then she saw an open top Jeep peeling down the road behind them. They had to have been on their tail right from the beginning. Too bad they hadn’t figured out she was in trouble before they sent her away. She was going to give them a piece of her mind for putting her through this.
    The SUV came to a complete stop. While Cooper checked his buddy over, and she was damn sorry about him, Tesla stayed curled up in the back, the gun tight in her hand. This day hadn’t started out as one to die, but it had gone into the toilet since she’d gotten up, so there was no way in hell she was letting go of her only weapon until the world stopped spitting on her.
    Mason or no Mason.
    And wait until she saw him. She was going to rip a strip off him.
    Except…apparently she was going to have to stand in line.
    *
    W HEN THE FIRST shooter was taken out by Cooper’s partner, Mason had cheered.