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Chapter 10
Amy's eyes shot open, "ROCKET," she warned.
Susan slammed on the breaks and turned the wheel hoping her actions would avoid connecting with the rocket. The rocket whizzed passed the front of the car and slammed into a parked car, where it exploded. The sounds of bullets striking the armour sounded much like hail stones striking a tin roof. Bullets lodged in the glass but didn't travel further as the glass was rated as bullet proof.
"Where are those shots coming from?" Sarge called into the cars' radio, "Susan get us moving find us a spot where we aren't so venerable."
"Rocket…reverse," Amy warned Susan.
Susan threw the car in reverse and narrowly avoided another rocket. People screamed and ran trying to get out of the way, as Susan threw the car back into drive and drove onto the pavement followed by the other car. She pulled on the wheel hard to negotiate the tight turn and shot out across an intersection and down a vacant bit of road. Sarge steadied Amy as she had slammed into him, as Susan took another hair tight bend at speed.
"Sorry should have warned you Susan's a mad driver," Sarge told her.
"Not as bad as Gillian," Alanna commented while looking behind them, "he just took out a fire hydrant and hot dog vender to make that turn."
Susan finally pulled over and was out of the car using the door to shield herself as she scanned the area. "Clear," she called out. Sarge hopped out and scanned the area his gun ready. They had only managed to get two blocks away but it was still far enough to regroup. They got out of their cars, and realized that any hope that Amy had been wrong was gone.
"How the hell did they know we were taking that route?" Mac demanded. He was shaken by the unexpected attack.
"They didn't, they probably had positioned ambush spots all over the place," Lock-heart told Mac.
Amy took several deep breaths and sat on a planter box, she quivered gently.
Susan knelt before Amy, "You okay?"
Amy shrugged.
"It's okay. Just take a few moments," Susan told her then she got up and walked over the Alanna to check that she was okay.
Amy's senses started to scream at her, "Get down," she called out but she knew she was too late in reacting.
The exploding car near them sent them all flying.
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"Amy," a voice called.
Amy groaned in response.
"Over here," Gillian called, "Drifter, give me a hand."
"We'll cover you," Sarge called out.
Amy felt whatever was holding her down being lifted and tossed aside, she then felt Susan roll her over carefully knowing she could have suffered spinal damage. Susan grabbed the piece of shrapnel lodged in Amy's throat and she yanked it out, tossed it away and held the wound closed for several moments allowing the wound to knit together.
"What happened?" Amy asked slowly getting her bearings.
"Pipe bombs were set off, we just happened to be close to one," Susan told her. "I love these bomber jackets. Saved my life. Can you move on your own?" Susan asked.
"Yes," Amy replied as Susan pulled her to her feet.
"I see I still got that piece of shrapnel in my neck," Amy said to herself, "We have to go."
"Danger?" Sarge asked.
"Not yet but I'm getting a serious case of déjà vu," Amy commented.
Amy's phone went off, it was an almost alien noise after the gunfire and explosions. Amy dug her phone out of her pocket, flipped it open, and put it to her ear, "Amy speaking."
Silence....
Amy quickly hung up knowing mobiles could be tracked and crushed her phone in her hands, breaking the signal so that whoever was trying to keep track of her failed.
"Definitely need to go NOW."
Everyone nodded.
"Lets head back," Amy suggested as she started to move in the direction she felt compelled to go.
Sarge stopped her, "Wait, you want to head back to the fighting?"
Amy nodded, "No one will expect us to go back."
"My team and I are meant to protect you. Heading back to the fighting could get you captured," he retorted.
"Bob told you to follow my orders," Amy reminded him.
"The President told us to protect you," Sarge retorted.
Susan sat forward, "Sarge… she's immortal, can physically teleport herself out of captivity and she can take a whole heap of damage before blacking out. The president doesn't know what we know. He hasn't seen what we have."
"Look," Amy said interrupting, "A whole heap of innocent people are going to be killed if we don't contain this and all of them human. Last time it was about getting me to the president this time it's about us making a stand and fighting, so that we can limit the damage these fools do," Amy told him.
Sarge sighed; he couldn't fight that kind of reasoning. He nodded, "Okay, we fight. You're the boss lady."
Amy gave him the finger and he chuckled.
Amy's senses grumbled, "Take cover," she warned.
Everyone followed Amy behind a car. The shock wave blew smoke into their faces and she coughed, as everyone turned to her.
"What was that?" Alanna asked.
"The fates must have really hated that building," Amy answered.
Everyone chuckled.
Sarge cleared his throat, "Out of the frying pan," he said. "All right standard Alpha lets move," he ordered.
Everyone paired up, one Were to one Marine except for Alanna who was paired with Amy. Sarge pulled out his map of the city.
"Where's the fighting at?" He asked the Were knowing they would be able to pinpoint the fighting he could barely hear. They all pointed to the nearest fighting three blocks over. "Okay we'll go left follow down two blocks and head to the square." Sarge folded his map and hung it back around his neck. "Mac, Drifter you're my point men, Lock-heart and Gillian your eyes are up, I want to know if there are snipers before Amy warns us. Sammy I want you watching my back, we're taking rear, Amy, Alanna you're after Lock-heart and Gillian, Sienna and Susan your after Amy and Alanna."
Everyone nodded and started to move. They all got to the corner of the building they were to turn left down. They were walking in order of who would go around the corner. As Mac and Drifter went around the corner they kept low as they ran for the cover of the closest car. Lock -heart and Susan covered them as they secured their spot. Lock-heart was already searching for snipers, knowing one decent shot could kill his team mates. Gillian and Lock-heart were next out choosing a different car to take cover behind. They were quickly followed by Amy and Alanna, who decided to take cover with Gillian and Lock-heart.
Sienna and Susan were next out choosing a car further up than the others. Sarge and Sammy were the last out; they took their cover with Sienna and Susan. Sarge turned to Mac and Drifter, he pointed to his eyes then to the nearest corner, then left and right. Mac nodded and touched Drifter. Drifter nodded, they ran to opposite corners, and pressed their backs to the walls then quickly glanced around to make sure the coast was clear. They both turned to Sarge and gestured okay.
Sarge quickly double-checked his map and where the nearest fighting was. He pointed to Drifter and flicked his hand, Drifter had to get back to Mac before he would okay the next move. Drifter nodded and quickly dashed back to Mac. Sarge knew this slow progress was cumbersome but it would keep the human side of the team alive. He raised his hand and made a throwing motion that meant move forward.
They managed to go a block and a half before Amy's senses roared. She got to her feet and managed to do a belly slide across the bonnet of the car she was crouched behind, as bullets landed where she had been only moments before. Sarge and Sammy turned from their vantage spot and Sarge went to pull his gun up and fire but Sammy picked him up by his belt and threw him back. Sarge slid across the boot of the car and landed on his back, he rolled over to be protected by the wheel.
Sammy followed him taking several shots in the back. Sienna spotted a man trying to get close enough to get a clear shot at them. She shifted into hybrid form and went after him, she took bullets as if they were paintball pellets, not flinching; they were merely a nuisance like mozzie bites. Drifter joined Amy and Alanna and he pushed the car they were hiding behind so it cut the road in half crossways giving them better cover. He turned the car onto its side preventing people from shooting under the car. Alanna and Amy moved another car parallel to the one already turned and turned it on it's side giving them more cover.
Sienna joined them shifting back into her human form coughing as a bullet had lodged into a lung. Blood covered her hands but everyone ignored it as Susan quickly started pulling slugs from Sienna's chest.
Mac joined them, "We're being boxed in. They are coming in from both sides," he yelled over the gunfire.
Susan turned to Amy, "Do something, don't you have a super bad arse hybrid form like them?" She asked.
"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm Ancient, not Were. Granted I have a Were form and some Were characteristics but I have no fucking idea if I even have a Hybrid form," Amy said angrily.
"Ask Alanna then," Susan retorted.
"Na-ah… I'm not sixteen yet, I'm forbidden to use my hybrid form," Alanna retorted. The others quickly joined them.
"I got four," Mac declared.
"I got two," Drifter added.
"I got three," Sarge supplied.
