Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

tone.

    Kadan could hear the second man now. The rustle of leaves as he brushed by bushes.
    Breath coming in short gasps. The spotter suddenly ceased all movement. He hadn't gotten to the body, but the rifle wasn't up where it should be. He may have caught a glimpse of the barrel sticking out of the brush, lying on the ground.

    Kadan crouched low, ready to spring, relying on his clothing and skin to camouflage him.

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CHAPTER FOUR

    Will you promise to leave me alone if I say no after I listen again? Tansy's soft voice held an unconscious plea.

    Kadan clenched his teeth. A muscle worked in his jaw, a sure sign of agitation when he needed his usual calm. He wanted to reassure her, but he had his orders, and more importantly, he was certain she could track the killers. Give me a few minutes here .

    He broke off abruptly. The spotter may have been a bit out of shape, but he was no fool.
    There was a hitch in his breath and then he opened fir , e spraying the brush with bullets.
    Kadan dropped all the way to the ground while hell broke loose above him, smashing small branches and bushes alike, tearing up the vegetation and putting Kadan in real peril.

    He scooted back, driving with his elbows to move along the ground, feeling for a depression or a slope of any kind where he could press h is body even closer to the earth.
    The spotter was making so much noise with his automatic weapon that Kadan didn't bother shielding sound. He just wanted to get the hell out of Dodge.

    His toe slipped off into space and he shifted back, feeling with his boots for a purchase on the sloping ground. The bullets slammed the ground all around him as he scooted deeper into the brush.

    Tansy gasped in his mind, her fear beating at h m i when he needed to stay disconnected
    and cold.

    I'm fine. Break off. I'll handle this . He knew she wasn't combat-trained, and the ugly sound of an automatic rifle spraying the brush, toppling branches and bushes alike, m ust
    have been terrifying to her. He gentled his voice. Tansy, I'm trained for this .

    He knew that would bring up all sorts of other questions in her mind. She might not be able to get psychic energy off of him, but she picked up on body language, and as much of an empath as she was, she couldn't fail to read that he was as dangerous as hell w ithout
    all the enhancements, and with them he was plain lethal.

    Be careful.

    Careful was part of the way he lived—some of the time—but he appreciated that she was worried when she had every reason to want him dead.

    The slope wasn't as gentle as he would have liked as he backed down it. He had to dig in to prevent slipping, but the angle kept him safe from the barrage of bullets. Eventually ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    the spotter stopped firing. Kadan could hear him breathing heavily, and then swearing as he discovered the sniper's body.

    Kadan took advantage of the man's distraction and rolled to his right, before once again crawling along the ground, this time in a wide arc to come back toward the spotter at an angle. He would have one chance. If he didn't make the kill, the spotter would blow him away—and then he'd kill Tansy. He'd hunt her mercilessly and leave no witnesses.

    Kadan's jaw tightened. Failure was not an option. Tansy Meadows was going to live a long life—with him. He risked a cautious glance. The spotter was crouched beside the downed sniper, one hand on the other man's throat, checking for a pulse. His gaze constantly sweeping his surroundings, he reached inside his jacket, pulled a glock, shoved it against the sniper's teeth, and pulled the trigger, probably to ensure no identity n
    o the off chance dental records could be found.

    Kadan rose up behind the man, knife flashing toward his throat. The man must have sensed him, because he half turned, firing his gun instinctively as Kadan's blade took him across the jugular. One of the glock's bullets
    s
    shaved off jacket and skin across Kadan'
    shoulder, a wicked, burning kiss that stung like hell. He closed his mind to the pain and continued with a standard figure-eight kill attack, slicing down and across the torso, thighs, and then back up to finish the kill. Again he stepped back, careful not to disturb i
    e ther body.

    He moved