Chapter 52: LOGAN

The shooter was on a side angle to the water, which means we were heading to cover but would still be in a position to take the fucker out if the others didn't get them. "Alive," I uttered the word into the watch I had on my wrist that doubled as a communication device.

There was another spate of gunfire, which seemed not to be aimed anywhere in particular unless you were laying down fire to subdue. I looked at the others like, 'what the fuck!'

"Who the fuck do they have out there, Barney Fife?" There came the sound of running feet and tussling, followed by an expletive and a few thumps. Zak came striding back with a gift, which he thoughtfully dropped at my feet. What the fuck is this?" It was a damn kid.

"Who the fuck? What are you doing out here, kid?" The boy couldn't be more than seventeen, shaking like a leaf with terror in his eyes. I would feel sorry for his little ass if he hadn't just taken shots at me.