Body Count (The Zone, Book 9)
James Rouch
Language: English
Pages: 111
ISBN: 2:00363743
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Major Revell and his Special Combat Company, a new breed of super-warriors waging the war of the future in a land wasted by nuclear destruction, must reclaim the blood-soaked city of Frankfurt, but they find themselves outgunned by an insidious new force from inside the Zone.
themselves into nervous breakdowns, and they won't move without an order in writing.” “What about those gunships? Have you been able to do anything about them?” As he spoke Revell could hear the distant stutter of the chain-guns engaging. “I managed to get through to air-traffic control. They're trying to contact them. I'm hoping it'll be soon.” “What about the shooting in the centre?” “It seems that groups of my men formed themselves into impromptu SWAT teams. It appears they are having some
available, that still brought other penalties ... Revell realized he was deliberately letting his mind be sidetracked, avoiding the conversation, trying not to hear her words. “I enjoyed killing her, but not just because of what she was. She told me all of the things you had done together. I made her. Have I told you that before? I think the drinking I have done has affected my memory, but I am not drunk now.” Revell turned to her, and found she was looking at him. “Was Sophia right about you?
correct money and the necessary accompanying fuel ration coupons. Hyde had also been watching what was going on. He joined the major. “You wouldn't think this place would be deserted, at a time like this, would you? I'd have expected them to be charging well over the odds, grabbing all the profit they can.” Revell looked up at the company logo. “It belongs to one of the big groups. The staff don't give a damn. They're probably a few kilometres ahead of us in traffic.” “I suppose so, but it
there...” His face close enough to feel the heat rising from her body, Revell saw her fingertips tracing a path between the tops of her thighs. He began to tilt the bottle. As the cream-coloured foaming liquid began to pour, she grabbed his hair and began to force his face down. “Lick it off. Drink it, all of it. No, not so fast - gently. Let me feel your tongue.” FOUR The taste was still in his mouth. His lips and his face were still sticky with the cloying sweetness of the cocktail. And
out to await removal. Jackets and torn scraps of clothing covered the faces, but here and there a piece of material had slipped aside. All those that the NCO saw wore the same terrified expression, eyes bulging, tongues protruding. The press, as the panicking mob had rushed the staircase, had crushed their chests and suffocated them. Many had died while still on their feet. Trapped and carried back and forth by the surging mass, their bodies had not even been able to fall. “And not a single