Free Vampire Apocalypse: Descent Into Chaos (Book 2) by Derek Gunn Page A

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blame would be laid at his door that he had rushed off without
thinking that the town could still be under attack. Luckily, it had
not been, though as he watched his small squad shift trough the
smoky scene he thanked his luck that there had only been a few men
available. A plan began to form in his mind.
    He shouted orders at his men to form up and they
jumped to his command. There were ten guards in all, men he had
known for two years now. He had shared with them the pleasures his
masters had promised since the beginning of the war with the
vampires and had no regrets for the many diabolical acts he had
initiated.
    The men lined up together and waited on his command
and Carter took his time as he surveyed the men. He reached behind
him and felt for the automatic that hung from a strap over his
shoulder. Calmly he raised the weapon and opened fire on the
thralls that still stood at attention in front of him.
    The last two had recovered enough to move but Carter
had acted with such speed that they had only managed to bring their
weapons to bear when the bullets slammed into them and sent them
flying back into the dust.
    Carter looked over at his men and shrugged. Now he
could say that he and his brave men had dutifully been on patrol
and had returned in time to see Wentworth’s forces in the process
of stealing their supplies. They had fought hard and saved the fuel
supplies though his entire patrol had been killed in the firefight.
He walked to the truck they had arrived in and took a parcel of
explosives from the back. He looked back towards Niles and could
see a large dust plume in the distance; his re-enforcements would
be here soon. He had to hurry.
    He pulled his men into positions around the walls as
if they had died while attacking the fort. Then he moved to the
main tanks and placed the explosives by the main pump and set the
timer to one minute and grinned as he imagined his story of how he
had managed to save the supplies with only seconds to spare. The
dust plume grew closer and he could hear the roar of the engines as
they raced toward him.
    He pulled his handgun from its holster at his side
and calmly placed the muzzle against his arm. He could not possibly
have been the only survivor without some injury. Calmly he pulled
the trigger and fell to the ground in agony. God it hurt, he
thought and a wave of nausea swept over him. He heard the trucks
arrive outside the fort and he smiled as he imagined how he would
be hailed as a hero. There would be plenty of opportunity to rise
in the ranks in the upcoming war, especially for the man who had
risked so much to save his cabal’s supplies.
     
    “What do you think?” Rodgers asked as he drew back
from the edge of the hilltop and winced with the pain that shot
through his leg. He turned towards Peter Harris who still lay
beside him, surveying the carnage below.
    “Looks like we may have hit the jackpot,” Harris
grinned as he lowered his binoculars. “I was worried that our
attack was too small to convince them that Wentworth had come
across. I thought that it would take at least a few more raids
before we could actually get them at each other’s throats. But it
looks like our friend there may just do the job for us.”
    “It’s amazing what they’ll do to hide their
incompetence,” Rodgers agreed. “What do you want to do with the
fuel?”
    “Keep it hidden for now; it’s too risky to move it by
day. Besides, we can’t move Steele at the moment.”
    “How is he?” Rodgers asked as he massaged his own
wound.
    “Luckier than he has any right to be.” Harris scowled
and then gazed into the sky as if lost in thought. He blinked as he
snapped himself out of it and turned back towards Rodgers. “You
know,” he said, suddenly excited, “we could siphon off what we can
carry and then leave the truck over the border. We could leave it
somewhere that Von Kruger’s men are sure to find it. I know it’s a
lot of fuel to give up but it might just be