14. LIEUTENANT COLONEL WEST
“Pull!”
There was a two-second delay as the mechanism the marines and sailors had cobbled together to fling 200-lb sandbags into the air sprang into action. It wasn’t quite a catapult, but it wasn’t quite a discus tosser either. It was a jury-rigged contraption that was slow to start, but effective in its own way.
Livi West, LtCol, USMC, tracked the target with the buckshot flinger in her arms. It was a damn sight nicer than a 12 gauge, though in a pinch she almost always preferred civilian makes over military. She tracked the sack through the air, which, in this case, wasn’t a sack of sand, but instead a sack of blood and stupid, waggling its arms wildly like it thought it could catch some air.
“Wait for it.”
She almost breathed, and then gently squee
