The Yellow Pill Read Online Free
Author: Michelle Chaves
side. Confident that it would hold, she put her weight
on it. The trick was not to think too much. Not too much calculation nor take too long. Just jump.
She shoved off
the platform and jumped.
Frey slid onto
her side when she landed, shoving the sniper rifle back between her shoulder
blades. She could see the little train of carts being hauled by Andree’s gang.
Jin was close to the head of the band, walking backwards, looking up at her.
The small company
made it to the next bend without incident. She slid down a drainpipe to a
balcony below. The adjacent fire escapes were so closely positioned they almost
touched, only requiring her to take one step over to reach the next building.
The sudden
movement was lightning fast, and she would have missed it, had she not looked
down to see where her foot was going. Five men were right below her, and they
were all armed. Frey froze. She was like a sitting duck up here.
One leg was over the
railing, her hands out for balance. There were more signs of movement, and more
people came creeping out from the shadows. Frey bared her teeth and swore
mentally, knowing she had to warn the caravan or both she and Jin could kiss
their payment goodbye.
Her fingers
slowly twitched behind her back and fumbled for the safety, then the trigger.
There was no way she would get the bloody thing off without alerting those
below, but she could fire a shot right here, right now. But when she did, all
eyes would be on her…
Damn!
Frey fired. Covering her face, she threw her body at the window, curling
up into a tight ball, her insides contracting and cramping. Sudden gunfire
erupted, one shot brushing her jacket as she fell through the wood and glass,
landing hard on the floor. Frey felt the shards cutting into her back and
shoulder, the blood warm and sticky as it trickled down her side. She heaved
herself up, grabbed a chair and hurled it through the opposite window, the
sound of glass shattering overwhelming the yelling. She quickly grabbed onto
the fire escape, and climbed for all she was worth, barely avoiding the
bullets.
Frey rolled onto the roof, her mind working franticly to figure out how
to get off it alive. Her eyes stayed on a heavy metal bucket, and she let it
fly over the edge to draw the pursuers off.
Frey twisted and pushed off the roof, guts clenching as she hoped they
had taken her bait. The gun weighed her down, slowing her slightly as she
bolted towards the edges of buildings, throwing herself over gaping drops
without leaving time for thought.
The carts came into view. One was tipped over, its contents spilling out
onto the broad street, packages getting soaked in filth. Her team was under
fire, a few taking cover behind the toppled wagon, others in the alleyways
behind.
Frey spotted Jin crouching behind a container with, big piles of waste
overflowing it’s sides, liquid and garbage splattering from the shootout.
Frey slid into place with her back to a metal chimney. Using the top as
support, she aimed for the one who had been keeping Jin pinned down behind his
cover. Frey had to duck for cover when attention was drawn to her. She took a
deep breath and cast the rifle up into firing position once more. Brick
exploded, fragments flying everywhere together with brains as the bullet left a
big hole right through the man’s forehead. Her team was finally pushing back
the assault.
A warm pain flooded though her as a bullet bite into her flesh. Dropping
to her knee with a moan, she clutched at her arm, feeling the hot blood pump
between her fingers. Frey tore her bandana off, using her teeth to tighten it
around the wound. Biting down hard in pain and anger, she sprang back up from
cover, keeping the rifle in place with the help of the chimney and her
shoulder.
But by now her team had pushed the assault back, the last of them
backing away into the wreckages. Her whole arm throbbed as she slipped the
rifle back into place. Walking up to the edge, she got Jin’s attention
on it. The trick was not to think too much. Not too much calculation nor take too long. Just jump.
She shoved off
the platform and jumped.
Frey slid onto
her side when she landed, shoving the sniper rifle back between her shoulder
blades. She could see the little train of carts being hauled by Andree’s gang.
Jin was close to the head of the band, walking backwards, looking up at her.
The small company
made it to the next bend without incident. She slid down a drainpipe to a
balcony below. The adjacent fire escapes were so closely positioned they almost
touched, only requiring her to take one step over to reach the next building.
The sudden
movement was lightning fast, and she would have missed it, had she not looked
down to see where her foot was going. Five men were right below her, and they
were all armed. Frey froze. She was like a sitting duck up here.
One leg was over the
railing, her hands out for balance. There were more signs of movement, and more
people came creeping out from the shadows. Frey bared her teeth and swore
mentally, knowing she had to warn the caravan or both she and Jin could kiss
their payment goodbye.
Her fingers
slowly twitched behind her back and fumbled for the safety, then the trigger.
There was no way she would get the bloody thing off without alerting those
below, but she could fire a shot right here, right now. But when she did, all
eyes would be on her…
Damn!
Frey fired. Covering her face, she threw her body at the window, curling
up into a tight ball, her insides contracting and cramping. Sudden gunfire
erupted, one shot brushing her jacket as she fell through the wood and glass,
landing hard on the floor. Frey felt the shards cutting into her back and
shoulder, the blood warm and sticky as it trickled down her side. She heaved
herself up, grabbed a chair and hurled it through the opposite window, the
sound of glass shattering overwhelming the yelling. She quickly grabbed onto
the fire escape, and climbed for all she was worth, barely avoiding the
bullets.
Frey rolled onto the roof, her mind working franticly to figure out how
to get off it alive. Her eyes stayed on a heavy metal bucket, and she let it
fly over the edge to draw the pursuers off.
Frey twisted and pushed off the roof, guts clenching as she hoped they
had taken her bait. The gun weighed her down, slowing her slightly as she
bolted towards the edges of buildings, throwing herself over gaping drops
without leaving time for thought.
The carts came into view. One was tipped over, its contents spilling out
onto the broad street, packages getting soaked in filth. Her team was under
fire, a few taking cover behind the toppled wagon, others in the alleyways
behind.
Frey spotted Jin crouching behind a container with, big piles of waste
overflowing it’s sides, liquid and garbage splattering from the shootout.
Frey slid into place with her back to a metal chimney. Using the top as
support, she aimed for the one who had been keeping Jin pinned down behind his
cover. Frey had to duck for cover when attention was drawn to her. She took a
deep breath and cast the rifle up into firing position once more. Brick
exploded, fragments flying everywhere together with brains as the bullet left a
big hole right through the man’s forehead. Her team was finally pushing back
the assault.
A warm pain flooded though her as a bullet bite into her flesh. Dropping
to her knee with a moan, she clutched at her arm, feeling the hot blood pump
between her fingers. Frey tore her bandana off, using her teeth to tighten it
around the wound. Biting down hard in pain and anger, she sprang back up from
cover, keeping the rifle in place with the help of the chimney and her
shoulder.
But by now her team had pushed the assault back, the last of them
backing away into the wreckages. Her whole arm throbbed as she slipped the
rifle back into place. Walking up to the edge, she got Jin’s attention