Chapter 2
No more than five minutes in the kid raised the alarm. “Skata, we got drones incoming!”
“Yes!” I said raising my rifle, “Time for some duck-hunting.”
“No, they are land based, parallel to us, closing in at our front vector,” the kid said.
Alkinoe went pale. “Landmines. They are landmines. Thomas grab the wheel,” she told him and lifted her torso out of the window. She pivoted her body outside the car and peeked in again. “It’s standard Amazonian tactic, two drones come firing for distraction and two faster ones get in front and deploy,” she said and looked at me.
“Got it,” I said and opened the van’s back door. The poor kid was distracted on his monitors and almost fell out so I grabbed his arm and hauled him back on his seat. He held on tighter after that scare. The ex-sss
