“What do you want?” Keo shouted.
“You already asked that!”
“Try telling the truth this time!”
“God’s honest truth! We just want to ask you some questions!”
“Oh yeah? Is that all?”
“Yup!”
He leaned out the side of the machine, ready to fire, but there wasn’t anyone in the open. He pulled back, then looked across the warehouse to the other side. Nobody there, either. Maybe they really were going to wait him out. Hell, that’s what he would have done, too.
“What’s got you so curious, my friend?” he shouted.
“You came from T18, didn’t you?” the man asked.
The voice didn’t sound any closer than before, which was another hint they might be content to wait him out instead of the more risky approach of bum-rushing him. So maybe they really were curious about him. Could he really stake his life on that, though?
“I get the feeling you already know the answer to that one!” Keo said. “Let me guess: You have lookouts?”
“Maybe!” the man said. “What are you doing out here by yourself, my friend?”
“So we’re friends now?”
“Why not?”
“Friends don’t shoot at friends!”
The man laughed. “Come on, how many times I gotta apologize for that?”
“How about one more time?”
“All right! Sorry about trying to kill you! Now, what are you doing out here all by yourself, buddy?”
“That’s better! And the answer is, I was sightseeing!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yup! Figured, what the hell? Maybe I could pick up some flowers for the old lady, too!”
“She waiting for you in T18?”
“That’s right! You don’t wanna stop me from coming back home with flowers, do you?”
“As a matter of fact, yes!”
“Well, shit, that’s darn rude of you!”
The man laughed again.
Keo flicked the fire selector on the MP5SD to full-auto and took a breath.
The squeaking noises had picked back up again from his right. He could hear it coming from his left, too. They were getting closer, but not rushing it. They didn’t have to, and they knew it.
Dammit. If it wasn’t for shitty luck…
He’d found Gillian again, after so long of not being sure if she was even still alive. But there she was, on the riverbank, looking back at him. Beautiful. He couldn’t see the green of her eyes over the distance, but he imagined them sparkling at the sight of him. Hopefully he didn’t still look like he had just been tear gassed the night before. He wondered how he was going to explain all the other scars to her. The one along the left side of his face, in particular, was going to be a doozy.
“Remember those assholes from the cabin? Well, they had a leader, and he was determined to slice my face open.”
Yeah, that should work.
He sighed again and slid up the length of the cold machine behind him and counted down to five. But this time, he would go the full five. No more surprising himself by going at three. Nossirree Bob-
Pop-pop-pop!
Automatic rifle fire, and it wasn’t coming from inside the warehouse, either.
What the hell?
More than one firing at the same time, too, he was sure of it.
Pop-pop-pop! Pop-pop-pop!
A dozen. Maybe even more than that. There was a full-fledged gun battle going on outside the warehouse at this very moment.
Then, suddenly, the brap-brap-brap! of a machine gun raining death, the loud roar of the weapon drowning out everything else.
Jesus fucking Christ.
That was the M60. Which meant…
“It’s a trap!” the same voice that had been trying to cajole him out of hiding shouted. “Everyone get the fuck out of here! It’s a trap!”
The man hadn’t finished screaming “trap” when the shriek of bullets punching through the warehouse’s metal walls flooded the cavernous room. The ping-ping-ping! of bullets ricocheting off machinery around him, followed by screaming, then the very clear squawking of handheld radios blasting away with panicked voices.
Keo blocked out all the sounds-hard to do, with the M60 drowning the air in an unending tide-and focused on the back door in front of him. What were the chances there were still people on the other side? Now, with the hellacious gunfire pummeling everything in its path out in front of the warehouse? Would the ones out back rush to assist or flee? Or stand their ground? That would depend on how well-trained these guys were.
Whatever was out back-if anything-it was definitely better than being stuck in here among the flying bullets and the shrieks of people dying behind him.
“Ambush!” someone else was shouting. “It’s an ambush!”
Screw it.
Keo didn’t bother counting. He pushed off his hiding spot and ran forward and fired at the door. It took half of his magazine to demolish the door lever. That was way too many bullets, but it couldn’t be helped because he had to make sure-
He kicked the door and it swung wide open, harsh sunlight blinding him momentarily.
Keo waited for gunfire as he exposed himself, but either the men who had tracked him into the warehouse were already dead or too busy fighting for their lives against the machine gun at the front, or they weren’t paying him any attention.
He lunged out, thankful to be outside and breathing fresh air again. Hell, to be breathing at all. He was surrounded by grass that went up almost to his waist, and Keo began swimming through it and toward the wall of trees on the other end. He wasted a half second to consider taking a peek at the battle out front but decided he’d rather not be anywhere close to whoever was letting loose with the machine gun, or the poor saps on the wrong end of it.
The brap-brap-brap seemed unending, crushing everything else that might have made a sound, including the returning pop-pop-pop of assault rifle fire.
Give it up, boys, he wanted to tell them. That’s an M60. You’re not going to win against that monster.
Keo slipped into the woods, immediately feeling the drastic change in temperature as the high canopies blocked out most of the sun. That, more than anything, alarmed him, but he kept moving because the opposite direction was untenable at the moment.
Even safe beyond the tree lines, he could still hear the barrage of gunfire from behind him, until suddenly…it just stopped.
The M60 had gone quiet.
Maybe he was wrong after all. Maybe Tobias’s men had managed to knock down the gunner-
Then it was back, louder and more ferocious than before, if that was even possible.
Or not.
It had to be Steve’s people attacking. Maybe even the same guys back on the bridge, or they could have had more than one machine gun. It wouldn’t surprise him, given the armaments the soldiers he’d met in Louisiana had been lugging around. The ones at Beaufont Lake had been armed with an M240, a more modern squad automatic weapon than the M60, but just as dangerous in the right hands. They also had what seemed like an unlimited number of military-grade M4s and the ammo to endlessly feed them.
The shooting continued nonstop behind him, but it had lessened in volume the further he waded into the woods. Keo might have felt sorry for the poor saps back at the warehouse if they hadn’t been trying to kill him.
Sucks to be you, boys.
He kept moving, not really sure where he was going, just knowing that he didn’t want to be anywhere close to the gun battle when the winners started spreading out and looking for survivors. Even if that was Steve’s people back there, the fact that they had laid down a hellacious amount of lead meant they weren’t very concerned about his safety. For all he knew, Steve might have sent him out here for the express purpose of drawing Tobias out.