Stone Soldiers: City of Bones Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: C. E. Martin
tanker trucks and filled with mini cranes and hoists. All designed for the unloading of the heavy equipment b eing trucked in daily to build the pump station that would one day send oil along a pipeline to the coast.
Like the cluster of buildings by the main gate, the area was wide open- storage containers stacked two high forming a wide plaza lined with stacks o f crates and off road forklifts. Small piles of bones were scattered all around- signs of the workers stricken down where they stood when the super bacteria first struck. The team had seen many such piles in the street and alleys on their way north.
The T TVs revealed over a dozen gunmen inside the building, ducking in and out of cover, various weapons, from AK-47s to RPGs, being set up for an attack they knew was coming.
>>>LEE, LAWRENCE- SET UP ON THE SOUTHWEST CORNER. SMITH, COOPER- SOUTHEAST. START PIC KING OFF ANYTHING THAT SHOWS ITSELF.<<<
"What about you, sir?" Cooper asked as he ran to position.
Kenslir now carried his autoshotgun in front of him. He checked the breech of the underbarrel grenade launcher then walked out into the middle of the street. "Time to let them know we're here."
When he was well in sight, the gunmen inside the warehouse started firing-most of their rounds falling short or going wide. In response, the stone soldiers began firing their M-60s- sending short, controlled bursts into the warehouse from their positions. The red-silhouetted gunmen immediately dove for cover as bullets began breaking crates and smashing against metal beams.
Kenslir fired his grenade launcher- dropping a round right inside the large open doors of the war ehouse. The explosion lifted two gunmen from cover, flinging them over the crates they had been hiding behind. Both were dead before they hit the ground.
The Colonel calmly ejected the spent 40mm round from the grenade launcher, then began slowly firing t he shotgun one-handed as he reached up to his vest with the other and retrieved a fresh grenade. All while walking slowly forward, toward the warehouse.
"RPG!" Cooper yelled over the comm channel. But whoever was about to fire the rocket had stood up too much from behind their cover. Lee dropped the man with a short burst from his M-60.
In their life as flesh and blood men, the stone soldiers had been proficient with the M-60- a bucking, man-portable machinegun originally designed to be fired from a bipod or fixed mount. But made of living stone, with superhuman strength, they could fire the M-60s with pinpoint accuracy, with no concern for recoil. They used this accuracy now, sending out streams of bullets at the gunmen in the warehouse, rapidly depleting their numbers.
Colonel Kenslir had finished reloading his grenade launcher, and was now stopped in the street, a hundred feet from the open doors of the warehouse. He fired another grenade into the building- sending men and broken equipment flying again.
He calmly dropped the magazine from his rifle and pulled a fresh one from the leg carrier on his left thigh, slamming it home. When a gunman leaned up to see what was going on, the Colonel fired the shotgun- sending a tight cluster of flechette rounds into the man, nearly removing his head.
Again, Kenslir calmly opened the underbarrel grenade launcher and ejected the empty 40mm casing. As he put a new one into the weapon, several AK bullets slammed into his chest and leg.
On either side of the Colonel, the squad's M-60s opened up again. Whoever had shot him was riddled with gunfire and fell to the ground, dead.
"Sir? Should we take a prisoner for interrogation?" Smith asked over the TTVs.
"Negative," Kenslir said- then fired his grenade launcher again.
The explosion ripped apart a stack of crates two more gunmen had been hiding behind, throwing them off their feet. The Colonel quickly brought his rifle to his shoulder and fired two quick shots. A barrage of flechettes ended the misery the wounded men wer e in.
"Uh, sir?" Smith asked
Like the cluster of buildings by the main gate, the area was wide open- storage containers stacked two high forming a wide plaza lined with stacks o f crates and off road forklifts. Small piles of bones were scattered all around- signs of the workers stricken down where they stood when the super bacteria first struck. The team had seen many such piles in the street and alleys on their way north.
The T TVs revealed over a dozen gunmen inside the building, ducking in and out of cover, various weapons, from AK-47s to RPGs, being set up for an attack they knew was coming.
>>>LEE, LAWRENCE- SET UP ON THE SOUTHWEST CORNER. SMITH, COOPER- SOUTHEAST. START PIC KING OFF ANYTHING THAT SHOWS ITSELF.<<<
"What about you, sir?" Cooper asked as he ran to position.
Kenslir now carried his autoshotgun in front of him. He checked the breech of the underbarrel grenade launcher then walked out into the middle of the street. "Time to let them know we're here."
When he was well in sight, the gunmen inside the warehouse started firing-most of their rounds falling short or going wide. In response, the stone soldiers began firing their M-60s- sending short, controlled bursts into the warehouse from their positions. The red-silhouetted gunmen immediately dove for cover as bullets began breaking crates and smashing against metal beams.
Kenslir fired his grenade launcher- dropping a round right inside the large open doors of the war ehouse. The explosion lifted two gunmen from cover, flinging them over the crates they had been hiding behind. Both were dead before they hit the ground.
The Colonel calmly ejected the spent 40mm round from the grenade launcher, then began slowly firing t he shotgun one-handed as he reached up to his vest with the other and retrieved a fresh grenade. All while walking slowly forward, toward the warehouse.
"RPG!" Cooper yelled over the comm channel. But whoever was about to fire the rocket had stood up too much from behind their cover. Lee dropped the man with a short burst from his M-60.
In their life as flesh and blood men, the stone soldiers had been proficient with the M-60- a bucking, man-portable machinegun originally designed to be fired from a bipod or fixed mount. But made of living stone, with superhuman strength, they could fire the M-60s with pinpoint accuracy, with no concern for recoil. They used this accuracy now, sending out streams of bullets at the gunmen in the warehouse, rapidly depleting their numbers.
Colonel Kenslir had finished reloading his grenade launcher, and was now stopped in the street, a hundred feet from the open doors of the warehouse. He fired another grenade into the building- sending men and broken equipment flying again.
He calmly dropped the magazine from his rifle and pulled a fresh one from the leg carrier on his left thigh, slamming it home. When a gunman leaned up to see what was going on, the Colonel fired the shotgun- sending a tight cluster of flechette rounds into the man, nearly removing his head.
Again, Kenslir calmly opened the underbarrel grenade launcher and ejected the empty 40mm casing. As he put a new one into the weapon, several AK bullets slammed into his chest and leg.
On either side of the Colonel, the squad's M-60s opened up again. Whoever had shot him was riddled with gunfire and fell to the ground, dead.
"Sir? Should we take a prisoner for interrogation?" Smith asked over the TTVs.
"Negative," Kenslir said- then fired his grenade launcher again.
The explosion ripped apart a stack of crates two more gunmen had been hiding behind, throwing them off their feet. The Colonel quickly brought his rifle to his shoulder and fired two quick shots. A barrage of flechettes ended the misery the wounded men wer e in.
"Uh, sir?" Smith asked
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