Free Generation Dead Book 2: What You Fear by Joseph Talluto Page A

avoid any tricks with flipping knives at me, and I was close enough not to miss if I had to shoot.
    In the seconds it took for my e nemy to make up his mind, I looked over my enemy.  He was about five six, with a narrow build, slender shoulders and waist.  This was a really small guy, so he had to be good with those knives.  He was wearing a black vest, black gloves, shirt, and pants.  His face was concealed by a balaclava, and his eyes were hidden by sunglasses.  In the dark, this guy would have been little more than a shadow.
    “If you don’t drop those knives, I’m going to start by shooting you in the knees.  Then I’m aiming for your elbows.  Get my drift?  In one piece, or bloody and broken, doesn’t matter to me,” I said, taking a small step forward.
    He didn’t say a word; he just threw the knives to one side.  Then he surprised me by reaching back and grabbing the handle of my tomahawk!  He jerked forward, and stopped suddenly as the ‘hawk went nowhere.  I had thrown that baby pretty hard, and it wasn’t going anywhere without effort.
    I fired twice into the ground at his feet, kicking mud up at him.  He stepped away from the tomahawk, but stopped as I fired again, keeping him from reaching the spot where his knives were.
    “You’re trying my patience, bub,” I snarled.  “I’d as soon kill you for what you’ve done to this community, but you’re going to give up some answers first.”
    He said nothing; he just looked at me with those dark, sunglass eyes.  I could hear the truck moving slowly down the street, passing in front of the house whose yard we were currently occupying.
    “Put your hands on top of your head and turn around ,” I said, stepping closer.  I eased the slack on the trigger of my gun, making sure it would only take a small amount of pressure to send my friend to oblivion.
    He did and I moved in, first pressing the muzzle of my gun against the back of his head and grabbing the collar of his shirt.  Any false move and he was going to be very dead.

     
    Chapter 18
     
     
    We moved to the gate, and without warning, I slammed him into it, splintering the wood around the latch and blasting our way through.  His hands came off his head, but I rapped him with my gun barrel and the hands returned.  This one was a thinker and given the lives he had taken without a second thought, I wasn’t taking any chances.
    Walking past the faded lawn ornaments, I waited until we were seen by Jake.  I wasn’t about to take a hand off my prisoner and flag down the truck.
    “Nice work, Aaron,” Jake said, coming around the truck.  He kept his rifle on the man in black, so I took my hand off the man’s collar, stepping to the side to be out of the line of fire in case the prisoner started something.
    When I moved, I saw the man relax slightly, which told me he was going to try something but my moving kept it from happening.  Gonna have to watch this one , I thought.
    To save myself trouble, I ordered the man to take off his vest.  “Nice and easy.  Any sudden moves and I won’t play nice.” I was worried about another syringe or some sort of infecting device.
    The man’s hands didn’t move.  I had to admit it was a little irritating to be ignored like that.  I knew he was planning something; this just seemed to be a stalling tactic.  I walked around to the front of the prisoner, and without warning, I punched him in the gut.  The man folded and went to one knee, gasping for air.  I stepped back and looked at Jake.  Something seemed wrong, though.  The man wasn’t making the right noises.  The gasping seemed very high pitched for some reason.
    Before I got too curious, Julia stepped in.  “Wait a minute, Aaron.” She pushed me aside, and with the tip of her spear on the man’s chin, she raised his head.  I could almost feel the hatred coming from behind those sunglasses, but I was stunned by what Julia said next.
    “Take off the mask, bitch, or I’ll open