14: Deva
Deva
Deva staggered, shoved aside as Keelin barrelled past. There was a c***k, a rush of warm air, and stone shattered behind her.
“Stay down!”
Deva flattened herself to the ground as much as she could.
Keelin slammed into the bearded guard, ripping the g*n from his hands. The guard fell back. Keelin spun, punched the second guard.
No. Punching didn’t lead to so much blood.
The guard jerked as Keelin pulled her arm back. Gore erupted from the hole in his stomach. He collapsed.
Keelin kicked, sending the first guard over the edge of the ridge. She raised the guard’s weapon.
The barrel spat. The door to the hut dented. Twice, a third time, a fourth.
Keelin threw herself at the door. It burst open. She disappeared inside.
Gunfire. Shouts. Flashes from the darkness within.
