The Chronicles of Benjamin Jamison: Call Sign Reaper Read Free

shirt and around to the back where they were attached to the power pack. He knew those were not available to the public. Only certain special ops and secret operatives had them, at least legitimately. He also knew she had it turned down to stun. On the higher settings, it could knock a person through a brick wall.
    He could hear her footsteps, and he saw her step over him and kneel down. She was straddling him, sitting on his diaphragm and making it even harder to breath. She leaned forward, pinning his arms down and lowering her face about an inch from his. He didn’t try to resist. Her proximity like this would have made it hard to breathe even if she hadn’t knocked the shit out of him. He still had no answers. He thought he would keep trying the smart-ass questions and comments. She was staring in his eyes, just looking at him.
    “Look lady, I’m all for a little rough stuff, but couldn’t we go back to my place and find something softer to lay on? I’ve already got road rash on my back from your little love tap.”
    He could tell now her shirt was the thermal-controlled undershirt a soldier would wear in battle armor. He was getting little clues as to her identity.
    “We do need to get off the side of the road.” Before she could say anything else, he raised his head and kissed her on the lips. There was no response at first. Then she kissed him back, forcing his head back down against the dirt road. He was just starting to enjoy it, when...
    She pulled away quickly and jumped up off him. “Get up.” Her attitude now was one of authority. “We need to get moving.”
    Ben struggled to get up. He could feel the little stones stuck in the back of his arms and he brushed himself off. She did an about face and started walking up the road in the direction of his place. She was ten steps ahead of him and he heard her talking to someone. About 20 seconds later, he saw headlights coming down the road toward them.
    “Hey lady!” he said. She kept walking. “Hey lady, what do I owe you?” She stopped. He knew he was in for it.
    She stormed back toward him. “Stop calling me lady. I am Major Andrea Andersen.” Ben was smiling. Finally, he had some kind of answer to the weird shit that had befallen him.
    An all-black hover car pulled up to them before he could say anything else and she said, “Get in.”
    “No, I think I’ll walk,” he replied.
    Two men wearing black got out of the car. The driver was shorter and looked to be Asian, and the passenger was a large black man. Ben knew enough now to guess they were military trained. He decided to get serious. He walked to the back door of the car and opened it. “After you, ma’am,” he said, gesturing to the major and then to the open door.
    He was also looking around for a way to escape. There were fields on both sides of the road and a creek about a hundred yards away with thick foliage along the banks. It meandered across all the farms. Parts of it were deep and there were places he could hide. They must have thought he was cooperating, because all three got in the hover car. Ben slammed the back door on the major and made a run across the field towards the creek. He heard the hover car lift up behind him and give chase. He hadn’t studied the car enough to know if it had armament, but he was sure the people inside were armed.
    The waist-high crop made running a little slower but gave Ben some cover to drop down, belly crawl in a different direction, get up and run again. He was about ten yards from the end of the taller, thicker plant cover when he heard the hover car behind him. A second later, a blue flash hit the plants next to him. He knew the car was to his left so he broke to the left to reduce any angle of fire. In only a few seconds, he was in the tall cover. The major and the passenger were firing at him from the windows. He made it to the denser growth along the creek and slid quietly into the water.
    Who the hell are these people? he thought.
    Ben