Sawyer must have understood as he went the opposite direction. The aim was clear, seek and destroy the stragglers.
Upon reaching cover, he replaced the spent rounds in his revolver, snapped it back into place and waited. Gunfire was loud but readily filtered out by a disciplined mind. That was a curse for a young vampire because they were easily overwhelmed by external stimuli, forcing them to master this skill. Otherwise, a bullet will cure them of it.
He heard the faint heartbeats of Murphy’s support team, and several from Duff. That was not what he was looking for.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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