Page 84 of Swamp Kings 2

“Extraction team is five minutes away,” Spook yelled. “These convoys have mega fucking firepower!”

It hit Bishop’s brain like a supernova, and he spun to Fetch, grabbed his head and sank his fangs in his neck. Fetch groaned and dug his fingers into his shoulders so hard it buckled Bishops knees. He focused his adaptive evolution traits at Fetch’s DNA, ensuring the code embedded into his epigenome where all his primal orders were stored.

He released him and Fetch seethed,dropping to a knee, sucking in air.

“Hurry,” Fathom said, understanding what Bishop had done and giving him his neck.

“Convoys are fucking here!” Spook yelled.

Bishop executed the same bite to Fathom and by the time he was done, Fetch had recovered.

“How long before this takes effect, Marsh King?” he growled.

“Four minutes,” he said the second the concrete fact presented itself.

“We need a distraction,” Fetch breathed as Bishop grabbed hold of Fin and gave him the codes to override the genesis directives.

A loud roar suddenly flew over the rig.

“That’s our boys!” Spook yelled.

“And our distraction,” Fetch realized, hurrying to the door. “Fathom and Fin,” he called. “Let’s see what these war bodies can do.”

Bishop raced to the door, nodding at Fetch before opening it for them. They dashed out and he slammed it shut, lockingit. “Spook!” Bishop called, hurrying to the front of the rig.

Spook flew out the door and Bishop grabbed his shoulders, driving his fangs in his neck and flooding him with every bit of power he could without killing him.

Loud explosions rocked the rig followed by the roar of their rescue again shooting past.

He released Spook and ran to the front, finding Seer eying a flood of advancing soldiers entering the crowds.

“That’s them,” Spook growled behind him, winded. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

“Packed you with power,” he whispered, still winded from it.

Seer shook his head, eyeing his extended fangs. “Don’t need it, brother.”

He held a 357 Magnum, checking the bullet chamber then the incoming swarm.

“They won’t be able to land,” Spook heaved as Bishop searched for signs of the triplets, his gaze snaggingon what the soldiers were doing.

“What the fuck,” Spook breathed as the giants gripped people’s heads, locked eyes, and let them collapse like things being unplugged.

A huge explosion sent them all running into the main cabin, searching out the window for the source. He spotted the triplets out in a field, a blue ball of fire encircling them. “Fuck yes, they’re luring them away,” Bishop realized, his pulse beating down his eardrums.

His phone buzzed and he fished it from his pocket, answering it. “8-Bit!”

“We’re here but we can’t land.”

“We know. The triplets are in the field, creating a diversion. We either need a path out of here or we’re in for a hell of a fight. They’ve done something to these people, drugged them. Now they’re dropping them like flies, are they killing them or what, I don’t even fucking know.”

“What the hell is that?” 8-Bit worried.

Bishop shot to the window, pulse hammering as tremors raced through his bones. He angled his head up seeing the air blackened and rippling with a growlingforce. Holy fuck. Thousands of ravens and crows screeched and swarmed, their dark fury igniting his own.

“That’s fuckingbirds!” 8-Bit realized, right as a whomp-whomp BOOM rocked the rig.

Bishop flew to the other side of the cabin, looking out, his stomach twisting as he saw the ground littered with lifeless bodies.

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