Ka'Cit's Haven - Page 185

Nia pulled the trigger, pumping it with her fingers as she unloaded blast after blast.

This wasn’t Call of Duty.

There wasn’t any ducking or rolling. No advanced tactics.

This was simple.

Point and shoot. And, if she didn’t hit them now, then she knew she would be in deep shit if one of them got away.

She could face them with a gun in her hand. She wasn’t sure how she would fare in one-and-one combat.

This was the one chance she had at this or risk being caught. So she held down on that trigger, unloading the bullets and she didn’t stop until the gun heated up in her hands and hissed.

As the steam cleared from the muzzle, Nia found the option to breathe and only then did she duck to the side behind one of the tables in the room.

Her chest heaved as her heart thudded in her throat as she checked the room for movement.

For some of the longest seconds in her life, she listened and looked, trying to pick up any movement, and when one of the bodies of the guards slid off a chair and fell to the floor, she jerked so hard she hit her head on the table.

There was no other movement.

No other sound.

Crawling from her hiding spot, Nia rose to her feet.

They were dead.

Every single last one of them. Even the table was shot up.

It looked like she’d gotten her hand on a gatling gun and unloaded the full clip in one spot.

A breath shuddered from within her. She’d done it.

She’d really done it.

But there was still the fact that they weren’t in the clear yet.

With steps she hoped were quiet, Nia crept toward the door Ka’Cit was supposedly behind, stepping over the bodies of the guard’s sprawled over the floor as she made her way.

There were sounds coming from behind the door, almost too low for her to hear if she hadn’t pressed her ear against it.

Talking.

Someone was talking.

For a moment, she strained her ears to pick up some of the words, worried that the sound of wood splitting and the guards falling had permeated through the door.

But she didn’t hear anyone scrambling to exit the room and attack/defend themselves.

The little guy had said there was only one person in the room with him and she believed him. He and his friend had helped her this far.

Glancing down, she checked her gun.

It had heated up so much, she hoped she hadn’t wrecked it.

There was just a little bit of charge left in it. She hoped that would be enough.

Following what the little alien had done. She did the same. She cracked the door open a little just, enough that she could see inside the room.