He took a left and fired off a shot burst at one combatant at the door. Where there is one…
Again he gave the entrance a wide berth, this was the control centre. It came as no surprise that it would be defended. What did catch his eye was the hostage the three men had with them.
She was short, with an exaggerated hourglass shape, dirty blonde, and blue eyes. This was Lois Quinn, the station’s quartermaster, and from first glance she looked to be no worse for wear. I’ve seen her more frazzled after bringing back the car with a few bullet holes in the trunk.
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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