Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

and the body fell forward. Gator was already moving fast for the shadows. The hit had taken less than two seconds.

    Kadan concentrated on the runner approaching. He counted the steps, lifting his head to watch the man emerge from the tree line and burst along the walkway coming straight at him.

    He reversed the knife and threw, using a sidearm technique, keeping from exposing himself at all as he lay flat on the roof of the vehicle. The man staggered backward, clutching at his throat, gurgling. He went to his knees and fell face forward onto the walkway.

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    street, and crouched low to minimize any target he might present. He glanced around in a wide sweep. Nico had his eye to a scope, sighting down on the sniper on the roof several houses down. Behind him a man rose up, all in black, gun in hand. Kadan drew and fired in one swift motion, squeezing the trigger three times.

    Nico rolled, came up, rifle to his shoulder, and fired off a round at the sniper. The man went down, his gun skittering across the roof, followed by his body.

    "Thanks, bro."

    "Four down," Kadan reported.

    "Find the other two," Ryland snapped. "No one goes home on this one."

    Nico kept rolling to the edge of the roof and disappeared as he leapt to the ground. Gator skirted some hedges and came out fighting hand to hand with a fifth man. It was impossible to get a clear shot at him. Kadan sprinted, covering the distance fast to back the Cajun, just as Gator went inside and sunk his knife into the man's thigh. Kadan shot the man as he lurched back.

    "Five,Rye ," Kadan reported.

    "I've got six. He tried the window. Clean up and let's get out before the cops arrive.
    We're on the clock," Ryland said. "Gator, don't leave behind any of those mines. Let's move, everybody."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

    Naughty, naughty girl.

    The voice was chilling. It sounded taunting and disembodied, as if coming from a great distance, down a long tunnel, but carrying untold menace and a dangerous threat—of what, she had no idea.

    Tansy turned her head to try to catch a glimpse of the speaker, but no one was there.
    Goose bumps rose on her skin. Fear skittere dow
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    n her spine. She swallowed hard and
    remained very still, trying to determine where she was. It was difficult to see; there were no lights, but she had the impression of people moving around her.

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    stream to pool on the floor. The ink dripped steadily from above her, as if the ceiling was a sieve. One fat drop plopped onto her shoulder. She frowned and tried to brush it o f f .

    It won'tcome off .

    Tansy took another look around her. The walls were leaking the same inky black stuff. It was sticky and thick. Her feet were covered. What is it? she asked, puzzled.

    There was a moment of bursting triumph. She felt it resonate through her, a kind of wild elation that was both victorious and smug. She pressed her lips together, determined to remain quiet and not give the hidden watcher more ammunition. She had the feeling he was feeding off her fear, wanting her to recognize his superiority.

    Tansy squared her shoulders and forced confidence. If he had to hide his identity from her, he was no doubt concerned about her abilities. All she needed to do was find her way out of this strange maze she seemed to be in. Her feet were weighted down with the thick goo, and it was rising, now ankle-deep. Shadows moved in the ooze. She bent to peer at them. Her father's face stared back at her, eyes wide open in terror, mouth gaping wide.

    Tansy drew back, her heart leaping, air slamming out of her lungs. She touched her leg, and her hand came away with the inky blackness on it. She lifted it and saw that it wasn't black, but red. Blood coated her hands.

    Daddy!

    She reached for him, trying to grip his shoulders, not understanding why he was drowning and she was now only up to her knees. She tried desperately to pry him free, yanking at his shoulders and arms, but he was trapped. She couldn't dive in—her leg