Page 47 of The Bait

He’d also given away his location.

There was a lot of yelling inside the cabin, then a moment later one of the boy scouts stuck his head around from the top right corner of the cabin, trying to get a visual.

His head turned to mist.

Asher had shot him with the G36.

He was using both guns? At the same time?

God, Harry was never gonna hear the end of this.

Anyway, the boy scouts were now down to six.

Harry saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his attention to the convoy. The driver of the middle vehicle opened his door, and when he tried to get a round off, Harry shot him through the windscreen.

He smirked, knowing Asher would like that.

Someone tried to get out of the first vehicle on the far side, anotherthupsounded—Asher was back on the MAC 50—and the man’s entire head disappeared.

Nice shot.

More yelling from inside the cabin and the kitchen window exploded outward and a spray of bullets followed.

VHS-D assault rifle.

Trees splintered above Harry’s head. The whizz and whir of bullets far too close.

Asher clearly wasn’t fucking with that.

He fired his last round from the MAC 50 into the gascylinder below the kitchen window and half the cabin went boom. Flames and debris went up in plumes of flame and smoke, and Harry was on the move.

Boy scouts were now zero, but the target was Rozga.

He ran through the forest, still covered by the dense trees, down to the wrecked convoy. His only focus was the middle vehicle.

They had two minutes to extract their target.

Two minutes to be long gone before the cops and fire trucks started descending. Or, god forbid, concerned citizens.

The rear passenger door of the middle vehicle opened on the far side, and Harry saw three figures. Two men and Rozga.

He has three men with him at all times. They’re his lieutenants.

That’s what Daris had said. Harry deduced that lieutenant number three was very likely dead already...

Then lieutenant number three stumbled out of the vehicle on Harry’s side. He was covered in blood, his own and the driver’s most likely. He was clutching at his side and in some valiant last act, raised his gun in Harry’s direction, but his head turned to mist before he got off one round.

Asher.

One bullet, one shot.

Perfect aim.

Harry kept moving, breaking cover now. He could see the three men, one lieutenant keeping Rozga bent down as they moved into the trees. The second lieutenant was keeping guard on the flank. But a shot whirred past Harry’s shoulder.

Someone was unaccounted for.

Fuck!

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