Chapter 40 Still Holding The Line

• The assassins dove low. Bark and dirt exploded around them.
• Smith grunted suddenly, stumbling back, his rifle jerking up as a round punched into his shoulder. He crashed against a tree, teeth bared in pain.
• “Smith’s down!” Darren shouted, firing bursts to cover him. He slid over, dragging Smith behind thicker cover. Blood darkened the man’s jacket, but a quick check told him the wound was shallow: painful, but not life-threatening.