The God Class: The Third Nick Wolfe Sci Fi Adventure (Nick Wolfe Adventure Series Book 3) by Ross H Henderson Read Free Book Online Page A

remaining men had to step over eight dead bodies to get to their intended targets. Heath held his own with a cue stick taken from the dead hand of one of the thugs Paxon brought over. He wasn’t the trained killer that Nick Wolfe was, but he was courageous and resourceful.
    There was visible frustration from the Aces Over Eights gang over not being able to get through to Nick and Heath. Then the dumpster was dragged back out of the alley by Paxson and two other men. It had no wheels and made a horrible scraping combined with a creaking, nails-on-a-chalkboard groan. The dumpster was full and probably weighed a ton. Nick had not counted on a few men being able to pull it out. Now the alley was wide open.
    The rest of the gang stepped forward. Paxson, Milton, and Wayne stayed near the back to catch their breath after moving the dumpster. Even with the new width of the alley, Nick and Heath were able to keep the group in front of them.
    The first of the next wave rushed at Wolfe, who ducked to the side and picked up the man, using his own momentum against him, bringing him up high and then down to the pavement hard. The wind was knocked out of the fighter, an instant before his head snapped back to the pavement. He may not have been dead but he was out for now.
    Maynard was the next man rushing in, hoping to catch Nick by surprise. Nick waited until the time was right, raised his left leg into a leap, then brought his right foot up with added momentum into his would-be assailant’s face. He used similar techniques on the rest of the group, and was surprised to see they were adapting very quickly to the techniques it had taken him years to learn. A few even experimented effectively with the offensive moves. The execution of these moves was impressive, especially to Wolfe, who did not learn to fight by watching television.
    Despite their ability to learn quickly and their great strength, the group was slower, perhaps due to the growing pains, or a lack of actual real-world practice and the muscle memory that accompanies it. Finally, the group emulated Newton Paxson, who stuck with brute force. It was an inferior style of fighting overall, but it was a style the mutants could master quickly as they learned what they could now do.
    Heath saw an open window above him in the old apartment building that made up half the alley. Wasting no time, he got a running start, leapt up and, leading with one foot, used his momentum to jump an extra few feet up a brick wall in the alley. He then grabbed onto the window sill and used the last of his forward motion to hold on with the other hand and hoist himself up into the second floor apartment. Three of Paxson’s men easily copied the move and followed him as he ran through the apartment.
    He had hoped more would follow him and take some heat off Nick, but he also knew three of these mutated beings were all he could handle. He ran through the apartment, making use of the walls to hide, but he was careful not to get too close to a wall. They were thin and made of rotted wood and drywall. If someone knew he was on the other side, he could easily break through the wall. Heath’s plan was to take out as many men as he could and come out the front door of the building, behind Paxson and his remaining force.
    The apartment was abandoned, but still had a few potential weapons laying around. Heath picked up a Louisville Slugger while running through the bedroom, barely breaking his stride. He turned around and saw someone coming toward him. He swung the bat in desperation. It was caught in the left hand of his attacker, who easily twisted it out of Heath’s hands. Heath ran into the kitchen, looking for a knife. Finding none, he ran back out the way he came in, leading with a flying kick as close as he could duplicate of what he saw Nick Wolfe do earlier. The kick landed in the chest of another mutant attacker. He was not the one who took his bat. Where was he?
    He found out a split-second later,