Sacremon (Harmony War Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

Mark peered out from his cover, his rifle leading first. The way boss and Wes had drilled weapon handling and how to fight in urban areas time and time again, it was why W3C was one of the hardest gangs in all of Westerly Sector.
                Mark sent a stream of rounds at a stall made from discarded electronics and what looked like broken a piano.
                The bursts ripped through the piano, catching whoever was on the other side.
                Mark fired some more bursts at the more adventurous enemy gang members before running for the alley way where he had spotted a group of the attackers.
                “Mother fucker!” He yelled as he slipped on the gore in the alleyway.
                He got up shaking the red dust encrusted blood from his duster.
                “Fuck Mark,” Oli said, letting out a sigh as he lowered his shotgun.
                Mark saw the boy’s hands were shaking as he put the butt of the shotgun into the dirt and leaned his head against the barrel.
                Mark didn't have to ask what happened Exinie was looking up at the sky with glassy eyes, a hole the size of Mark's fist through her chest.
                The enemy gang members must have been turned to shredded mince from Oli's shotgun; the alley way had channelled the deadly cone of its fire.
                Mark moved to Exinie, she was fourteen years old, a shy girl but hard. Mark had seen something familiar in her, but now he pushed those memories away.
                “You did good kid.” Mark said, putting one hand on Oli's shoulder in reassurance.
                Oli shuddered but looked up at Mark, his eyes covered by the dusty goggles all Slum-dwellers used.
                “Thanks,” he said, his voice weak and so very young.
                You're saying he's young, but you're only seventeen yourself!
                 Mark patted his shoulder again and moved past the corpses of the toughs. People grew up fast in Earth's slums.
                “I've got one holding out behind that stall you raked and three more in the stall across from them. If you can get the first guy then you'll have a clear line of sight onto the other three, or you can cover Dimi and Lez up to it.” Tyler said.
                “Thanks for the voluntold,” Dimi growled. She wasn't actually pissed at Tyler, just trying to blow steam off with some banter.
                “More than welcome my love.” Tyler's voice was light, understanding the need to let off steam as his rifle cracked, hitting the cover that the three remaining gang members were hiding behind.
                Porxha was being tended to by Heller while Jinn covered them.
                “Alright,” Mark exhaled, rocking on his legs. “Moving!” He said, turning and sprinting for the piano stall. He was nearly at the stall when he dropped into a slide.
                Dimi, Lez and Tyler were laying covering fire over the enemies’ heads.
                He used the stall's wall to pop him up to his knees.
                He didn't pause as the turned the corner he couldn't see, finding the remaining gang toughs huddled behind their cover.
                His finger tightened on the trigger before he released the pressure and edged up behind the person.
                “Don't fucking move,” Mark said, pressing his barrel to the person's neck, they stiffened with fear.
                “Drop your gun and walk backwards,” Mark said, grabbing the back of the person's duster with his left hand, his barrel still in the back of their neck.
                He pulled and they followed his directions until they were back behind the stall, “lay down and put your hands behind your head.” They did so as Mark pulled ties out of his