Page 57 of Fury
“Freeze!” Davis demanded. “Hold still, hold still!”
Fury sucked in deep breaths around his hold as the team circled them at gunpoint. He thrashed his head a few more times. Davis didn’t have to have a perfect view to know his dog was using the motion to sink his razor-sharp teeth deeper into the soft flesh.
Germaine did his own growling through clenched teeth but quit hitting Fury.
“Give me a reason!” Chapel aimed his weapon when Germaine jerked away from the RMWD.
Davis grabbed Fury’s collar and tugged upward to encourage the landshark to release. His shoulder roared in protest. “Fury, out-out!” he commanded.
Finally, the shepherd disengaged.
Davis drew Fury back to let the team secure their target yet stayed close in case the guy got a second wind of stupidity. After this, the landshark deserved some solid KONG time. He stepped back as Chapel and the others rushed in to cuff the piece of trash writhing on the ground in agony.
Hollyn.
He looked around. Where’d she go? Couldn’t see her. He flipped down his NVGs for a better view and willed himself to find her. Pulse ticked up. “Hollyn!” he barked.
Fury strained against his collar, trying to get a second taste of Germaine, but Davis held tight. Scanned the area. “Ho?—”
Sniffs came from somewhere closer to the building. “Here.” Her voice was small.
Hollyn.
Don’t be hurt, don’t be hurt.
He found her sitting, knees tucked up against herself, hands cradling the sides of her head as she murmured rapidly—a punch to his chest. Had she been hit in the crossfire?
Fear surged in his gut. “Fuss,” he commanded the shepherd, relieved when his partner complied. He squatted at Hollyn’s side. “Hey, you hurt? Did you get hit?” He reached for her. Felt for any warm liquid that shouldn’t be on her. Didn’t see any in the green oculars. When she didn’t respond, he went to a knee. “Hol. I’m here. It’s o?—”
She launched into his arms. Their helmets smacked into each other.
Worried Fury would take a piece out of her in protecting him, he stiffened. Swung out a hand to give the “stay” command. “Hey, easy. It’s okay,” he comforted. Wrapped an arm around her. Tugged her close, their vests pressed together keeping him from getting her as close as he would’ve liked.
“Davis.” Hollyn clung to him like her life depended on it, then her hands patted over his shoulders and arms. “You–you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He was shocked she’d have the presence of mind to worry about him. “Do you feel any pain?”
She shook her head. “No. I just dropped down when everyone started shooting.”
“Good move,” he breathed out.
Thank You, Lord.
“Ledger. Let’s roll,” Chapel broke in.
“Yep,” he acknowledged before dropping his voice lower for Hollyn. “Come on.” In one fluid motion, Davis stood and took her with him.
Her fingers dug into his forearm like a vise, but he welcomed the pressure. It let him know she was with him. Alive.
“Move it.” Bennion barked, coming up behind them.
Davis and Fury escorted Hollyn back to the cars. Davis kept an arm around Hollyn’s waist so he could guide her past a few bodies Macklin and Hale had taken out, glad she wouldn’t be able to see them in the pitch black. They hit their exfil hot. Staying eyes out, they stalked toward the waiting vehicles.
In the driver’s seat of the Chevelle, Davis cast a glance at Hollyn. She looked shellshocked. Not surprising. She’d just seen her friend get taken out and been in a firefight for the first time.
They peeled away from the building behind Chapel, who drove the lead vehicle. He guided everyone back through town. Davis stayed right on their tail. E10 took them out of the city. The Al Raha Theater towered above the buildings on Davis’s nine. Looked like some kind of giant blue orb and reflected the city lights in the glass sides. The UAE had some trippy architecture.
Forty minutes later they pulled onto a desolate road in the Al Bahya area. Sand crunched under the car tires as they shot down Al Kunar Street, slowing only when they neared a home at the end of the road. The open front gate let them inside tall walls and closed swiftly behind them. Davis shut down the Chevelle as Bennion and Macklin hauled Germaine into the safe house. The way they carried the body said the guy was out cold.