The shooter was on a side angle to the water, which means we were heading to cover but would still be in a position to take the fucker out if the others didn't get them. "Alive," I uttered the word into the watch I had on my wrist that doubled as a communication device.
There was another spate of gunfire, which seemed not to be aimed anywhere in particular unless you were laying down fire to subdue. I looked at the others like, 'what the f**k!'
"Who the f**k do they have out there, Barney Fife?" There came the sound of running feet and tussling, followed by an expletive and a few thumps. Zak came striding back with a gift, which he thoughtfully dropped at my feet. What the f**k is this?" It was a damn kid.
"Who the f**k? What are you doing out here, kid?" The boy couldn't be more tha
