Chapter Thirty-One
Erik took a deep breath before rushing from behind his pillar to another.
A torrent of bullets whizzed past him, so close one or two mussed his hair. He silently chided himself. He’d had the foresight to have extra magazines in his duster, but a tactical vest would have been handy for a room full of terrorists.
His i***t opponents kept wasting ammo with barely aimed bursts. Other than creating clouds of rocky shards from the pillars, they weren’t coming close to wounding him.
Fortunately.
He’d seen this kind of thing a lot on the frontier. More than equipment, this lack of trigger discipline was one of the main reasons the average Army infantryman was worth multiple terrorists or insurgents in a close firefight.
Even a lowly private fresh out of training understood
