The guns fell silent.
Re’kah flattened herself against a charred cinder-block wall. She hissed at Kohn, slinking along the ruins of a house across the way, but he wouldn’t make eye contact. He must be thinking the same thing. Where was their covering fire? He motioned for her to come to him, and she ducked across the blood-splashed alley. She held her breath, visualizing a bubble of protection.
Kohn grabbed her hand and pulled her with him through a gaping hole that used to be a doorway.
“No snipers,” he said. Re’kah closed her eyes, trying to adjust to the dim ambient light. The room reeked of blood and shit, charred flesh and diesel fuel — the smells she’d come to associate with death.
“Is it possible this sector’s secure?” she asked. They were the only two survivors of a threat eradication team, and they were still nearly an hour away from their home base.
Before he could answer there was a small movement in the corner. They spun into position, back to back, with Kohn defending the entrance.
“It’s a baby,” Re’kah said. She lowered her gun and moved toward it. “I don’t think it’s injured.”
“Wait,” said Kohn. “Probably booby- trapped.” (more…)