“Pull the clip out. Do you know how to use a firearm?”
Dust could hear the urgency in the man’s voice, and it pulled him back to consciousness.
The world looked funny. There was a hazy green hue to it. He turned his head and realized that he was lying on the ground several yards away from the remains of the helicopter. The three soldiers were unloading it. One was inside handing equipment to the second one who was standing at the door tossing the items down to the third. Josie stood over him.
“I use my own brand of firepower,” she said, wrapping her arms around her waist.
Dust groaned as he pushed himself into a sitting position. Josie immediately knelt next to him. She was looking at him with a worried expression mixed with awe.
“What… What happened?” he asked in a thick voice.
Josi
