The Resistance: Book 5 of the After The Event Series Read Online Free PDF Page B

Crimson continued scanning the street. “You know what happens in those movies?” Her voice was just as hard.
                  “Movies?” Ty asked, confused.
                  “The movies where a horny man comes up to a woman, hits on her and then she pulls a knife, points it at his balls and pretends like she is going to cut them off if the man doesn’t leave her alone.”
                  Ty glanced over to Ben, who quickly looked away.
                  “You want to know the only difference between those types of women and me?” Crimson asked.
                  “Uh, sure.”
                  Crimson stopped scanning the building and looked directly at Ty. “I won’t pretend.”
                  Reaper gave the all clear and Crimson moved forward, leaving Ty crouched there with his mouth agape. Ben moved up next to him.
                  “I think I’m in love, B,” Ty said as he watched her move forward.
                  The rays from the sun hit against the damaged skyscrapers, leaving them shrouded in shadow, while the sound of birds chirping echoed throughout the empty streets.  The lower levels of all the buildings were filled with various shops, all looted long ago. Reaper stopped outside the store front of an old H&R tax service.
                  “Really, here?” Ty whispered next to Ben.
                  Reaper pointed to two of the men and gestured inside; the rest of the men took up positions outside the store front. Ben crouched down next to a rusted-out taxi. The wheels were long gone and the rims rested against the cracked pavement.  Ty crouched down next to him, obviously not sure what he was supposed to do.
                  Ben pointed toward a nearby alley.  “Cover that; I’ll take this side of the street.” 
                  Ty looked around. “B, there are hundreds of windows above us. How the hell we supposed to cover each other here?”
                  Ty wasn’t wrong. There were twelve of them and thousands of windows. All it would take was a single shooter sitting in one of those windows. “Just worry about that alleyway. I’ll worry about this side of the street.”
                  “Yo, rooks,” said a soldier with tufts of red hair shooting out from under a backwards hat. “You even know what you’re doing?”
                  Ben looked to Ohio and the young soldier had his back against a tree growing out of the sidewalk and was scanning the buildings above them frantically.
                  “You,” the red-haired soldier pointed to Ben, “get your ass over here and cover the second floor behind me.”
                  Ben trotted over and took up position next to the man. The man watched him the entire way with a blank expression on his face.
                  “You ever actually used that thing?” he asked.
                  “Used what?” Ben asked.
                  “Your gun, rook. You ever actually shoot that thing?”
                  “Yes, I have used my gun before,” Ben said, scanning the second floor of the nearby building.
                  “Ever shot at someone? I’m talking a human, not an animal.”
                  Ben didn’t take his eyes off his sector. “Yes, I have shot at and hit someone before.” He looked away for a second and met the man’s eyes. “And they didn’t get up after.”
                  The red-haired man smiled and gave him an approving look. “Well, well, sorry Rook. Guess I under-”
                  The man’s head disappeared in a spray of red liquid and chunks. As Ben felt a spray of wetness hit his face, he heard the loud crack of a single gunshot.
                  “Sniper!” one of the soldiers