Free Nyteria Rising (The Thirteenth Series Book 3) by G L Twynham

with the driver? Teachers? Assistants?”
    “Miss Thompson and four random lost souls that haven’t been on holiday for forever.” The girl with the glasses answered and sat back down.
    “Ok guys, listen to me. Whatever happens now, keep your belts on ok? And anyone who puts my picture on Facebook, Twitter or any other social network will be hunted down by MI5, and imprisoned on an island for life, and you,” Val pointed at the girl with the glasses, “are extremely random, but thanks for the help.”
    Val headed for the stairs, turning to place her finger against her lips and pointing at the kids. They followed instructions. She was grateful it wasn’t a bus full of pensioners; they would have been a lot less controllable.
    “What’s your plan?”
    “I’m going to stun the driver,”
    “What? Then who will drive the vehicle?” The Hunter stared at her.
    “Alright. I’ll stop the bus first.”
    “How?”
    Val surveyed her surroundings. “Hey, you.” She beckoned to a boy who had been watching her with astonishment. “Come here.” He looked away, then back at her. “Yes, you.” Val smiled at him. He undid his belt and moved over to the stairs where the Hunter and Val were crouched.
    “Who are you? What do you want?” He looked suspiciously at them.
    “We’re SAS soldiers.” Val pointed at her uniform, at last it was coming in handy. “We’ve just been dropped onto the top of the bus by helicopter and we need your help. What’s your name?”
    “Elliot, and I’m not stupid. We’re a bunch of kids travelling to an adventure holiday! Why would the SAS be interested in us?” he looked at Val with disbelief.
    “Ok Elliot. Truth is, the bus driver is not a good person. He’s what you call a little dodgy, and we need to get him off the bus to keep you guys safe. But to do that, we need to stop the bus. How do you feel about helping us?” Val batted her eye lashes, trying to look at least a little like Delta.
    “Why should I?” He now looked even less worried and more like he was going to bargain for more pocket money.
    “Because if you don’t, I will get him,” she pointed at the Hunter, “to suck your brains out through your ear. Now go and pretend you’re going to be sick, Elliot.” Val pushed him forward.
    The Hunter looked confused. “This does not seem a feasible act. I have never removed anyone’s brains and who are the SAS?”
    “Don’t worry,” Val replied.
    Elliot hesitated in the walkway and looked back at them. Val made pulling signals at her ear. It was enough to get him moving again. They watched as a couple of adults at the front of the bus turned to look up at him. As agreed, he signalled that he was going to be ill. A short-haired woman sprang into action, obviously a veteran of schoolchild travel sickness. She moved towards the driver, shouting at him to stop and, as he turned towards the woman, Val got her first view of him.He nodded in agreement and started to pull the bus over to the side of the road. “No one move. I’ll be back in a second,” the teacher called over the heads of the children on the ground floor of the bus. The door swung open and, pushing the boy in front of her, they got off.
    Val waited for a few seconds for the kids to completely ignore the teacher and start standing up. She knew this might be their only opportunity, so they had to get it right. “Time to go!” She jumped to her feet, her new sword extending out in front of her, and ran to the front of the bus, accompanied by the screams of the overexcited kids who were not prepared for a young woman running around wielding a weapon. As she reached the front, it became very apparent that the bus driver was sweating profusely. The smell was almost over-powering and Val had to catch her breath to stop herself from gagging on the stench.
    He looked round, “Oh, it’s you,” he spat.
    She wasn’t even sure how to respond. “Yes, it’s me.”
    “Then let’s fight.” He looked her up and