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 B
Authors: Ross H Henderson
turning just in time to see the huge backswing of the new batter, and was able to duck the blow as he ran by. The blow of the bat went through the hallway wall, sending dust and chunks of drywall everywhere. Roaches poured out of the hole, but no one noticed.
***
Nick gave a slight grin as he saw Heath clamber up the wall to the window. He was impressed with the kid’s athleticism and his courage. He knew Heath was splitting up the group on purpose. He just hoped he hadn’t bitten off more than he could chew. These were not normal men anymore; they were hardened criminals with new weapons and a new purpose — and they were serious.
For now, he had his own fighting to do; he was left to face Paxson and his new friends, Wayne and Milton. Wayne alone was as big of a man as Wolfe had ever faced in a fistfight, and Maynard Halifax was starting to come back to consciousness.
Paxson shouted, “Maynard, I need you!” and the two ran out of the alley toward the front of the building. Milton tried to get around Wolfe as he faced Wayne. Nick kept backing up in an effort to keep the two men in front of him. Milton pulled out a switchblade. He stuck it out to threaten, but was not used to fighting with it. Usually showing the weapon would be enough to separate some college boy from his money. Nick used the moment of indecision to go on the offensive, striking his neck with his left hand while coming from underneath with his right arm to wrap up his right hand. Wolfe ducked under, going behind Milton and barring his arm with his right arm while using his left to twist his head to the away from his knife hand. The knife dropped harmlessly to the pavement.
Nick then put his foot into the back of Milton’s knee, forcing him to kneel. Wayne ducked out for what seemed like a second and came back with an old metal garbage can. He was visibly angry, not like the rest. Everyone else just seemed like they had a job to do, but Wayne was angry.
“You’re not going to ruin this for me!” he shouted as he brought the can down on Milton’s head. Nick got out of the way with little effort. He realized that the strike was meant for Milton, but the next one had his name on it if he didn’t do something quickly. He got low and kicked Wayne in the knee as hard as he could. Normally this would have been enough to break or at least dislocate a patella. Wayne was still standing, but now he moved with a limp and was even angrier than before.
***
Heath Chesterfield burst out of the front door of the apartment, leading into a short hallway and then into a stairwell. Across the stairs was an identical hallway and apartment door. Heath thought about going into that apartment, but he did not want to endanger anyone else’s life if he could help it. He took his chances in the stairwell. It was so damp and moldy Heath could not imagine anyone living in this building. Voices could be heard coming up the stairs. Heath turned to go back up the stairs but was met by the three men who followed him through the window. The man with the baseball bat did not miss this time.
***
Wayne had had enough of Nick Wolfe’s trickery. While he was coming back up from his low kick, he hoisted Nick up and threw him halfway down the alley, landing with a thud. Nick rolled with it enough to protect his head but had dislocated his shoulder. Before he could get up, Wayne was on top of him. He hit Nick in the face and broke his nose; after a second punch Nick was helpless. Wayne threw him over his shoulder and waited outside for everyone to come out with Heath Chesterfield.
Chapter 12
Heath woke up tied to a chair in a dark room. It was actually more like he was pallet-wrapped to the chair. He couldn’t move at all. It was dark and dry, with some dim light coming from what he guessed was a large screen just outside the room. Even though the room was dry, it smelled strange, almost sweet.
“Well, look who’s awake,” Beverly Beckett
***
Nick gave a slight grin as he saw Heath clamber up the wall to the window. He was impressed with the kid’s athleticism and his courage. He knew Heath was splitting up the group on purpose. He just hoped he hadn’t bitten off more than he could chew. These were not normal men anymore; they were hardened criminals with new weapons and a new purpose — and they were serious.
For now, he had his own fighting to do; he was left to face Paxson and his new friends, Wayne and Milton. Wayne alone was as big of a man as Wolfe had ever faced in a fistfight, and Maynard Halifax was starting to come back to consciousness.
Paxson shouted, “Maynard, I need you!” and the two ran out of the alley toward the front of the building. Milton tried to get around Wolfe as he faced Wayne. Nick kept backing up in an effort to keep the two men in front of him. Milton pulled out a switchblade. He stuck it out to threaten, but was not used to fighting with it. Usually showing the weapon would be enough to separate some college boy from his money. Nick used the moment of indecision to go on the offensive, striking his neck with his left hand while coming from underneath with his right arm to wrap up his right hand. Wolfe ducked under, going behind Milton and barring his arm with his right arm while using his left to twist his head to the away from his knife hand. The knife dropped harmlessly to the pavement.
Nick then put his foot into the back of Milton’s knee, forcing him to kneel. Wayne ducked out for what seemed like a second and came back with an old metal garbage can. He was visibly angry, not like the rest. Everyone else just seemed like they had a job to do, but Wayne was angry.
“You’re not going to ruin this for me!” he shouted as he brought the can down on Milton’s head. Nick got out of the way with little effort. He realized that the strike was meant for Milton, but the next one had his name on it if he didn’t do something quickly. He got low and kicked Wayne in the knee as hard as he could. Normally this would have been enough to break or at least dislocate a patella. Wayne was still standing, but now he moved with a limp and was even angrier than before.
***
Heath Chesterfield burst out of the front door of the apartment, leading into a short hallway and then into a stairwell. Across the stairs was an identical hallway and apartment door. Heath thought about going into that apartment, but he did not want to endanger anyone else’s life if he could help it. He took his chances in the stairwell. It was so damp and moldy Heath could not imagine anyone living in this building. Voices could be heard coming up the stairs. Heath turned to go back up the stairs but was met by the three men who followed him through the window. The man with the baseball bat did not miss this time.
***
Wayne had had enough of Nick Wolfe’s trickery. While he was coming back up from his low kick, he hoisted Nick up and threw him halfway down the alley, landing with a thud. Nick rolled with it enough to protect his head but had dislocated his shoulder. Before he could get up, Wayne was on top of him. He hit Nick in the face and broke his nose; after a second punch Nick was helpless. Wayne threw him over his shoulder and waited outside for everyone to come out with Heath Chesterfield.
Chapter 12
Heath woke up tied to a chair in a dark room. It was actually more like he was pallet-wrapped to the chair. He couldn’t move at all. It was dark and dry, with some dim light coming from what he guessed was a large screen just outside the room. Even though the room was dry, it smelled strange, almost sweet.
“Well, look who’s awake,” Beverly Beckett
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