Read Online Special Forces 01 by Honor Raconteur - Free Book Online

distract him, and take another head shot.
    “AH HA!” Dylan gave a victorious cry. “That’s where you are!”
    “Nuts!”
    “I’m gonna shoot you~!”
    Rys dove for the nearest cover. Where was that little bugger…? “Oh no you’re not!”
    “Reeaaallly? Why?” Dylan’s victorious expression morphed into one of horror. “Oh nuts!” Dylan streaked, imitating Rys.
    “Because I just shot you first,” Rys returned with great satisfaction.
    “I don’t see any bullets! And I’m still moving!” Dylan’s soldier raced off to the right side of the screen.
    “Look behind you,” Rys advised smugly.
    “MOTHER!” Dylan stared at the bazooka aimed point blank at his outmaneuvered warrior and started whimpering. “Don’t shoot me that close, there won’t be enough left to bury!”
    Rys ignored that heart felt plea and fired anyway. There was a very satisfactory explosion on screen. Nonchalantly he replied, “You can always hit reboot.”
    “Hey…good idea!”
    “ Not now! Let me save firs—” Rys glared at the blank screen. “Dylan, you are a dead man.”
    “Nope, rebooting has reviving abilities, remember?”
    “I wasn’t referring to the game,” Rys grumbled darkly.
    “Oh…uh…I’m thinking we need a snack!” Dylan bolted for the door.
    “Get back here you rascal!” Rys dropped the controller and darted after him. The kid had a head start, but Rys was faster. He caught up with him halfway to the kitchen. Dylan let out a squeal of delighted terror when Rys grabbed him, hauling him up sideways and tickling his exposed stomach. He was squirming helplessly, trying to get free, with laughter pouring out of his mouth in waves.
    Sara’s head appeared around the doorway. “What is going on in here? It sounds like someone’s being tortured.”
    “Good description,” Rys approved. “I’m punishing your youngest son for killing me with a technicality.”
    “I d-didn’t!” Dylan protested in between bursts of laughter.
    “And who hit the reboot before I could save?” Rys demanded with mock-indignation.
    “Y-you s-said t-to!”
    Sara had a hand clamped over her mouth, but her eyes were twinkling with merriment, glad to see the new brothers getting along so well. “I’m beginning to understand the gravity of the offense. Well. You’ll have to extract your well-deserved revenge elsewhere, Arystair. I need to get supper started, or we are all going to starve.”
    “Roger that.” Rys casually slung the boy over his shoulder, upside down, carting his victim out of the kitchen.
    ***
    Anne Dorian was having a really a rough morning.
    She’d spent her entire break getting the necessary books from the library for her English paper, and didn’t have the time to swing by and deposit them in her locker. Her lack of foresight and planning meant she’d been forced to haul them around for nearly two hours. Annoying didn’t begin to cover her extra burden. Maybe if she didn’t keep dropping one or more of them, she wouldn’t have minded as much.
    Just trying to keep them all balanced was impossible. Right when she thought she had finally come up with the magic combination, one would squirt out from under her arms, hitting the floor again.
    I need an hour in an empty room for some primordial scream therapy!
    Biology ended, finally, and the lunch break started, which meant she had to finesse her way through the crowded hallways and somehow avoid dropping any more books. If one got loose out there, it could be kicked from one end of the hall to the other like a hockey puck. This was not going to be a picnic. Maybe if she ran a few of her excess books to her locker...no that would just make her late.
    “Excuse me, miss?”
    Anne half-turned her head to see a tall, well-built redhead standing next to her. She recognized him as the new kid in school, and had heard conflicting stories buzzing about him. Reportedly, he was a foster child, living with the Bloch family. Some people said he was very