Critical Strike (The Critical Series Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Red streaks zipped over their position. Muzzles flashed from different angles around them. So far, none of the slavers had made a sprint across open ground, telling Charlie that they did value the preservation of their own lives. A hollow pop sounded between the metallic bursts from the slavers’ rifles. Sand rained over Charlie and a tunnel of fire belched into the air behind him. The mortar-like weapon’s shells were getting closer. A direct hit would end it. One of the tredeyan prisoners slumped to the ground. Vingo turned him over and ran his hand along a deep gash in his chest. He’d been taken out by some hot shrapnel, and if they didn’t address the issue, they would all go the same way. The problem was having enough time to locate the position without Charlie getting a bullet drilled into his skull. He edged toward Vingo and the other remaining tredeyan prisoner and paused to catch his breath. Every movement without the suit sapped his energy in the heavy atmosphere. “You two, listen in,”
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