Enemy Lines by Allie Juliette Mousseau Read Free Book Online

the trucks … the thought crossed her mind. No, they'd be blown off of the face of the earth. The Sov missiles would be trained on any misstep.
    She wondered about the secondary entrances and exits into the subway tunnels. But sixty miles of tunnels wasn 't hard to contain. Ancient foxhunters would trap the fox in its den then build a fire at the escape hole. They simply had to wait at the first hole for the fox to come up and meet them.
    "Drop it you stupid Rebel bitch," said a gruff voice behind her.
    Lawton set down her gun, stood up slowly and put her hands up. If she were captured there would be no Sov "reprogramming," she would be executed.
    "Turn around slowly." He ordered.
    Lawton faced her enemy.
    "You're hot!" The Sov soldier exclaimed. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had a woman?"
    "I'm rather surprised you've had any woman,"
    "I'm going to know you!"
    "That might not be so bad," Lawton said and the Sov smiled. That was what she was hoping for, because in that moment he lowered his gun in anticipation. Swiftly, Lawton kicked it from his hand and landed a heavy punch to his throat, he folded to his knees.
    "I love that steel fist cylinder," Lawton said gratefully as she looked into her hand with the four - inch solid steel cylinder that her fingers curled around.
    She retrieved her weapon, grabbed the Sov's radio, and ran hard until she came to a husk of a building's foundation and wedged herself between the low portions of standing walls.
    She turned on the radio as low as the volume could possibly go and held the small speaker up to her ear. Her worst fears were confirmed. The entire system had been flushed out and was now a grave to over five hundred Rebel fighters. She hugged her knees to her chest trying to keep the pain and panic at bay.
    So many people slaughtered. All of the civilians gathered.
    She was alone.
    She was in a geographical area she only had study knowledge of.
    Daylight would be on her soon.
    She couldn't save any of these people… just like she couldn't get all of the soldiers out of the truck.
    This place would be hot and activated for weeks. She had to run far to get out of the area completely and hide until the danger passed.
    The barrel of a cold hard gun touched the back of her head.
    "If it isn't the Rebellion’s golden prima donna… And to think, I'll be the one to turn you over to the Rebels as the one who orchestrated this entire siege. Are you upset about the - what did you call it? Blood bath?"
    "Get it done with, Webb and cut the monologue. You're sounding too much like the bitter asshole you are." Lawton qualified.
    "Quite the opposite. I'll be celebrating the Sovereignty’s unprecedented victory over the Rebel forces. While you're dangling from a noose with the knowledge that two underground territories were seized and conquered in one day. Now stand up, Lawton." Webb demanded.
    She stood.
    "Old Manhattan is no more," Webb jeered. "It looks just like this place."
    "Fuck you, Webb."
    Webb laughed and lifted his radio to his lips. "This is Webb. Tell Kain I have …"
    Lawton heard a cracking sound and whirled around. Webb had hit the pavement like dead weight.
    Standing over him was Connor.

CHAPTER 8
    The Reckoning
    It had been too late when he had learned of Webb's plan to take out both Rebel compounds. He had tried desperately to get word to Lawton, but he hadn't been able to find her anywhere. She never even went back to her apartment. When the trucks were loaded he had been filed in with Webb.
    It was the truck explosion that had drawn him. His ride had been in the lead of the convoy and had already stopped and emptied when the missile hit its target. Webb knew which truck she would be in. Connor guessed it was his insurance plan.
    For the first time, Connor felt the pangs of panic grip him as his eyes searched for her. He started to run over to the disaster - despite Webb's close presence - but then he saw Lawton escaping the wreckage. Connor slipped away from