The words sounded empty almost like part of him stayed lying beside that dead attacker. Another burst of machine gunfire forced us back into reality.
Torch suddenly printed past our position carrying a canvas bag over one shoulder and I had to look twice to understand.
“What the hell is he doing?” I asked.
Crow looked once and then sighed.
“Being Torch.” Crow said.
That somehow explained absolutely nothing and Torch disappeared into the smoke wile laughing loud enough for half the county to hear him.
Moments later Saint’s voice came through the radio.
“Sniper nest inside old water tower.” Saint said.
“Got it.” Torch answered and I looked toward Knox.
“You think…” I started saying but I was interrupted by another explosion.
The entire water tower erupted in a violent fire
