V | THE CHILDREN’S Reich
Red’s eyes never left Corbin’s as he gripped the sweaty stock of his automatic rifle, maintaining the standoff, even as the growls and snarls closed in. The cavern raptors were very close now, possibly as close as a hundred feet. “What’s it gonna be, Corbin?”
Corbin ground his weapon’s sights mercilessly. “Who’s to say I can’t plug you full of holes before I waste every one of those stinking mothers? Who’s to say I can’t waste everything in this tunnel before returning to the Shambhala without you and without your smart aleck mouth? Do you have anything to say about that?”
But then the raptors were upon them and Red was firing into their midst—Corbin quickly following suit—and their crisscrossed muzzle flashes lit up the tunnel like fireworks as the animals danc
