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caught in an explosion in a trench years ago. Jury-rigged explosives had ripped through the section she’d been clearing, funnelling the blast her way. With no warning and no ability to take cover, she’d had to run, catching the tail end of the explosion across her back. It had been like being hit with a shuttlecraft. There was a body-wide jolt and numbness as she half-fell across Buchanan.
Instinct and decades on a battlefield had her back on her feet in a half-second to shove him down out of the line of fire. Her left side wasn’t working right, so she used her right hand to flip a table over to provide cover, pulling her pulse pistol in practically the same movement. Looking over the edge of the table, she spotted the shooter and returned fire.
Energy bolts sizzled through the air—from her pistol and the old woman’s blaster. Her side was on fire but she kept firing, aware that her breathing came in short pants. She could deal with the pain. She had to. If she didn’t, there was nothing between Buchanan and the asshole trying to kill him.
Not happening. Not on her watch.
Her breathing shortened even more. The idea of him dying sent a new kind of pain lancing through her. One that resonated on a soul-deep level.
“Kelis, give me the gun,” Buchanan ordered from beside her, but she shook her head.
“Can’t. It’s DNA locked,” she replied shortly, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she continued to pop up to return fire. She could do this, her body would regenerate and she’d be okay. So why was the room greying around the edges? It shouldn’t be doing that…
The doors behind the shooter exploded inward and black-clothed figures with ink decorating their arms burst through. A wave of relief rolled through her as she recognised a Wildcat unit and the loud voice of her father bellowing orders.
Grimly, she tried to keep upright, but the grey overwhelmed her, whiting out Buchanan’s face as she slid to the side and, finally, lost consciousness.
7
“ K elis ? Shit, ” Gabe muttered as the beautiful blonde warrior curled up almost gracefully into unconsciousness.
Pulling her close, he hunkered protectively over her and plucked the pistol from her lax hand. Fear rolled through him, fighting the anger for the asshole who had done this to her. She’d be fine. She had to be fine. Her species were built for war, weren’t they? He couldn’t bear to think of any other outcome than her being okay.
She had to be okay.
Popping his head up over the edge of the table, he glimpsed the new arrivals, frowning when he realised that they were Saragosian warriors. How the hell had they gotten this far into a fleet installation? Whatever, he didn’t care…they’d engaged the initial attacker and the other two who’d revealed themselves, so he didn’t care how they’d gotten here.
Taking aim at the one still firing at him and Kelis, he pulled the trigger, only for the weapon in his hand to give a dull pfft.
“ What the f…?”
Shit. She hadn’t been kidding about the DNA lock. Thinking quickly, he reached down and touched her back. His fingers came away slick with her blood…which contained DNA. It was the work of a second to cover his gun hand, and his gut clenched hard at that amount of blood. No one could lose that amount and be healthy. He needed to get her to a medbay. Fast.
A bellow of rage erupted from his lips as he leaned out of cover and aimed. It took a few shots for him to get his aim, but once a marine, always a marine, and the old skills came flooding back.
The Saragosians, obviously realising they had a friendly in the room, altered their plan of attack and within a minute, the attackers had either been cut down or apprehended.
“Vann?” The big warrior leading the attack headed toward them, his expression somewhere between concerned and annoyed. “What the hell, girl? You had the shot several times there, what the fuck happened?”
“Hey! Asshole!” Rage burned brightly in
Instinct and decades on a battlefield had her back on her feet in a half-second to shove him down out of the line of fire. Her left side wasn’t working right, so she used her right hand to flip a table over to provide cover, pulling her pulse pistol in practically the same movement. Looking over the edge of the table, she spotted the shooter and returned fire.
Energy bolts sizzled through the air—from her pistol and the old woman’s blaster. Her side was on fire but she kept firing, aware that her breathing came in short pants. She could deal with the pain. She had to. If she didn’t, there was nothing between Buchanan and the asshole trying to kill him.
Not happening. Not on her watch.
Her breathing shortened even more. The idea of him dying sent a new kind of pain lancing through her. One that resonated on a soul-deep level.
“Kelis, give me the gun,” Buchanan ordered from beside her, but she shook her head.
“Can’t. It’s DNA locked,” she replied shortly, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she continued to pop up to return fire. She could do this, her body would regenerate and she’d be okay. So why was the room greying around the edges? It shouldn’t be doing that…
The doors behind the shooter exploded inward and black-clothed figures with ink decorating their arms burst through. A wave of relief rolled through her as she recognised a Wildcat unit and the loud voice of her father bellowing orders.
Grimly, she tried to keep upright, but the grey overwhelmed her, whiting out Buchanan’s face as she slid to the side and, finally, lost consciousness.
7
“ K elis ? Shit, ” Gabe muttered as the beautiful blonde warrior curled up almost gracefully into unconsciousness.
Pulling her close, he hunkered protectively over her and plucked the pistol from her lax hand. Fear rolled through him, fighting the anger for the asshole who had done this to her. She’d be fine. She had to be fine. Her species were built for war, weren’t they? He couldn’t bear to think of any other outcome than her being okay.
She had to be okay.
Popping his head up over the edge of the table, he glimpsed the new arrivals, frowning when he realised that they were Saragosian warriors. How the hell had they gotten this far into a fleet installation? Whatever, he didn’t care…they’d engaged the initial attacker and the other two who’d revealed themselves, so he didn’t care how they’d gotten here.
Taking aim at the one still firing at him and Kelis, he pulled the trigger, only for the weapon in his hand to give a dull pfft.
“ What the f…?”
Shit. She hadn’t been kidding about the DNA lock. Thinking quickly, he reached down and touched her back. His fingers came away slick with her blood…which contained DNA. It was the work of a second to cover his gun hand, and his gut clenched hard at that amount of blood. No one could lose that amount and be healthy. He needed to get her to a medbay. Fast.
A bellow of rage erupted from his lips as he leaned out of cover and aimed. It took a few shots for him to get his aim, but once a marine, always a marine, and the old skills came flooding back.
The Saragosians, obviously realising they had a friendly in the room, altered their plan of attack and within a minute, the attackers had either been cut down or apprehended.
“Vann?” The big warrior leading the attack headed toward them, his expression somewhere between concerned and annoyed. “What the hell, girl? You had the shot several times there, what the fuck happened?”
“Hey! Asshole!” Rage burned brightly in
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