When they reached an upper area, a half-dozen Enforcers were already taking position, firing at the opening that led out of the stairway.
“No fucking way,” Loosum said as she kept leaning out and firing the shotgun.
They had no choice, though. Raine saw that they had to keep their cover, buried as they were under the Enforcers’ fire.
Probably the only reason they hadn’t tossed an incendiary was because they were under orders to keep Marshall alive.
But how long before their resolve to obey that order vanished?
Raine reached into his pack, ignoring the ping of bullets bouncing all around them.
He pulled out a dart.
“What the hell is that?” Marshall said.
“New toy, from Kvasir.” He grinned. “Give me as much cover as you can.”
Loosum and Marshall both started firing full out at the barracks room already filled with gun smoke.
Now or never.
He stood up and saw one Enforcer with a bit too much of his body exposed. He threw the dart.
And missed.
He quickly ducked down, reaching into his pack and yelling at the other two, “Keep firing!”
They kept up their covering fire, and once he had another dart, he let it fly.
This time it hit the Enforcer, who immediately stood up.
He made a gesture with his hands as if to remove the dart but then started stumbling around, the nanotrites’ overload coursing through him.
“Wow,” Loosum said. “That’s something. Nice throw, by the way.”
“Taught by the best,” Raine said.
He fingered the dart controller, and now his pet Enforcer moved back and forth, soaking up shots meant for the three of them, Raine using him like a human shield.
Waiting until the guy was ready to blow.
“Stay down,” he said to Marshall and Loosum.
They pulled back, and a second later he heard the massive explosion as the Enforcer exploded.
The bullets stopped.
The way to the outside was open.
He caught Marshall looking at him. Marshall was the captain. But for now, that look between them said that this was all his operation.
And Raine just hoped he didn’t fuck it all up.
FORTY-TWO
Raine led Marshall outside, Loosum just behind, swinging right and left with her gun as though she had done a bunch of tours of duty in the hellish sandpits of the Middle East.
Raine looked up.
And he saw only a few Enforcers looking in the direction of the carrier, probably the still-suspected location of the attack. And why would they look back here, with a small army of Enforcers in the barracks?
That army the three of them had just eliminated.
But then one turned, and he saw the other two react.
“Never any wood to knock on,” he muttered.
Loosum shrugged, not understanding. “I got the one on the left.”
“I’ll take the right,” Raine said.
He started firing, and while Loosum’s target went down immediately, Raine’s shots went wide.
But Marshall, though he looked hardly able to stand, had taken a shot, and now there was just one Enforcer. Loosum took him out.
We’re off the plan now, Raine thought. “We have to get to the gorge.”
It was the only way he knew out of here. He saw Loosum look at him, perhaps weighing whether she should follow her own instincts or listen to this newcomer from the past.
Marshall spoke up.
“They’ll have Enforcers all over the carrier. Protecting the main way in or out. Raine’s right. The gorge is the only way. We have to hurry.” He took a breath. “We’ve got a narrow window.”
Raine looked at him as they kept moving. “You mean before they have their fences all armed, the turret weapons?”
Marshall looked at him.
“No. Something worse. Mutants.”
Raine thought: So what, mutants? He had dealt with them before. Though why the hell they would be inside the Capital…
That didn’t make any sense at all.
Loosum spoke, breaking him out of that train of thought.
“God. What the hell-”
The words were like a spear of ice hitting Raine’s brain.
Before he even looked up, Loosum’s voice had signaled that something was really bad.
When he did look up, he saw a line of attackers, moving together, in formation, armed, a wall of them. Some of them already firing.
Not Enforcers.
Not people recruited from the Wasteland and given a high-tech weapon and armored suit.
No-these attackers didn’t need any armor.
Because they just didn’t go down too easy.
The three of them started firing even as they backed away from the advancing line as fast as they could.
Marshall tried to make it on his own, but when he stumbled and fell a few times, Raine had no choice but give him an arm as he fired haphazardly. “Christ,” Raine shouted, “how can they be mutants?”
“They’re experiments,” Marshall said. “What they were doing in the Dead City… they completed here.”
Raine didn’t need Marshall to explain what that was. It was right before his eyes. Mutants, controlled, weaponized. Ready to do the bidding of the Authority.
Raine looked around, to the buildings nearby. If they were being controlled, was someone watching, in charge of them?
“We gotta move,” Loosum said.
Their own shots seemed to have little effect. There were so many of the mutants that even if they got perfect shots to their heads, there was no way they’d be able to take them all out.
They kept on firing as they turned and ran to the fence along the perimeter of the Capital.
The army of mutants gained on them.
The hopelessness began to hit Raine. To have come this far, to be so close.
You never knew when it was game over.
Now, with their dwindling ammo and the sheer numbers coming for them, he began to let himself consider other options.
Those options that one didn’t voice, when the tide turned, when hopelessness became the reality. When you had to think of other things. About what you would do when the monsters finally fell upon you.
He looked back, the fence not far away.
“Leave me,” Marshall said. “The two of you-you can get the hell away.”
“You’re the reason I came here,” Raine said as he reloaded.
Loosum, still behind them, kept up her shots.
Raine reached into his pack, realizing that the mutant horde was close enough that he could use a dart.
One of the last two.
He threw it, and now aim didn’t matter as much. The wall of mutants coming toward them was so thick he could hardly miss hitting one.
When the dart hit, he sent that mutant crashing into its brothers, tripping some up even though one quickly sliced off its head One, two, through and through.
– but still the nanotrite-overloaded mutant kept moving.
It exploded, and now there were five less of them. And the fence was a few meters closer.
Was the electricity on? Raine wondered. Turret guns already turning to them?
Or had they only restored power to certain areas?
They were close enough to the fence now that he could turn and see the carrier, covered with Enforcers. How long before they realized that the real intruders were back at the Capital buildings?
How long before they faced two fucking armies: Enforcers and a living shield of mutants in front of them?
Raine thought of a legendary battle. Thermopylae. The last stand of last stands.
He turned to the fence, dug out a grenade from his pack and tossed it at the fence.
The three stopped then, waiting for the hole to be kicked in.
The mutants seconds away.
Raine saw that-without his even noticing it-Marshall had taken a shot to the shoulder.
“I’m okay,” he said, seeing Raine spot it.
Loosum kept firing with the shotgun.