16
‘s**t!’
It’s the last word I want to hear leaving Quell’s lips. The angle of the shot should suit her now, and give her the best chance yet of taking out Klaus. But I forgot that she has to position her body ninety degrees to the right to get the shot. Try doing that on moving ground while lining up a shot with one hand before a maniac with a machine g*n shreds you into ribbons.
I can only admire Quell. She’s in a position none of us would volunteer for. But destiny is like that. It usually calls when you are least ready for it. Destiny called on all of us, and no amount of preparation has made it any easier.
She takes a deep breath.
Flashes of light reach my eyes from Klaus’ position. The swoosh of raining bullets fly overhead and impacts flesh wounds on Littlefoot’s back.
Quell
