PRIMAL Fury (The PRIMAL Series) Read Free Page B

girls are gone, I’ll come for you. Once they’ve reached their destination, another team will free them. In forty-eight hours it will all be over.”
    “And I’ll be with you.” She leaned in and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her.
    “Hey, lover boy, we’ve got a problem, da .” A tiny speaker in the German’s ear interrupted with a Russian-accented voice. “Not completely sure but I think someone followed your girl.”
    Kurtz pulled away from Aurelia and quickly scanned the park. “Where? Who?”
    “There is a man with hoodie looking at her bike,” said Aleks.
    “ Scheisse . Maybe he’s just a cyclist. Can you check it out?”
    “ Da , you move to the other side of the park. I will deal with it and then pick you both up in the Audi.”
    “Moving now.” Kurtz took Aurelia by the hand and led her swiftly away from the bench, toward the other side of the park.

    On the opposite side of the street, Aleks started an Audi station wagon and pulled into the parking lot. As he got out, the man who had been looking at Aurelia’s bike started walking away, heading to the tourist center.
    “Hey, you,” the big Russian called out in English. With his beard and bald head, Aleks knew he was an intimidating sight.
    The young man kept walking.
    “Yes, you! Hey, you want to buy bike?” He caught up to the startled youth, who reached into the pocket of his jacket.
    Aleks moved fast, clamping one hand around the teenager’s neck and the other around his wrist. “Nice and slow, yes?”
    The young man struggled, trying to pull a phone from his pocket. Aleks slammed his forehead into the youth’s face, knocking him unconscious. He laid the limp body gently on the gravel and examined the phone.
    At that moment a black four-wheel drive screamed into the parking lot and skidded to a halt. Through the windshield Aleks could make out an assault rifle in the hands of the front-seat passenger. At least two other men rode in the back.
    “We’ve got company,” he transmitted over his communications interface as he drew his pistol.
    The HK45 barked twice, shattering the front window of the four-wheel drive. An AK appeared in a side window, thrust in the Russian’s direction. Aleks sprinted into the tourist center as a barrage of 7.62mm slugs slammed into it. He ran through the flimsy structure and out the back door as more gunfire tore through the building. The sole occupant, the attendant, did not need to be prompted. He took cover behind the counter.
    “I’ve got one vehicle with multiple shooters,” Aleks radioed Kurtz as he ran through the memorial gardens at the back of the building.
    “Good to hear you’re making so many friends, Aleks. We’re near the church across the gardens. Can you get to us with the car?”
    “ Nyet , the car is not an option. Coming to you now,” he said, breathing heavily. For his size he moved swiftly, leaping over the waist-high fence that separated the gardens from the cemetery and church.
    Bullets whistled through the air and smacked into the side of the church. Aleks hunkered down behind a headstone and fired off a magazine in the direction of the shooters. He reloaded the HK, pulled a distraction grenade from inside his jacket, yanked the pin, and lobbed it into the gardens.
    It exploded with a loud boom, sending a cloud of smoke and sparks into the air. Using the blast for cover, he sprinted to the steps of the church.
    Kurtz was waiting in the doorway, his own pistol drawn. He provided covering fire as Aleks entered, then pulled the doors shut and slid a solid wooden beam across to lock it.
    “Little early in the relationship for a wedding, hey, lover boy?” Aleks quipped.
    Aurelia was standing deeper in the church, her eyes wide with fear.
    “Shut up and get me something to barricade this, Dummkopf .”
    “What brings you to house of God?” The church’s Orthodox priest approached them with his hands up, speaking calmly in Hungarian-accented English.
    “We seek