74: Deva
Deva
Deva couldn’t believe the fool had made it! It didn’t matter that he was spattered with blood and muck, that the stink from outside clung to him. He was here in the lorry.
He didn’t even give her a smile, though. He thrust his g*n forward, handle first.
“Take it. Open the door a c***k and shoot.”
“Open the door?”
“Got a catch, right?”
She nodded. “Air flow.”
“Use it.”
“Won’t see much to aim at.”
“Doesn’t matter. Shoot anything that moves.” He pushed the g*n against her hand. “Now.”
How could she refuse? Especially when he squeezed in front of her, took hold of the Aethon’s yoke and pushed it forward, increasing their speed.
She slid from the seat, let him take it.
Shots hammered into the door. The cab lurched as they hit something, rode over it.
“Just keep them
