Chapter 12
She waited until the lead mercenary reached the crumpled driver's side door of the wrecked van.
She squeezed the trigger twice, the sharp gunshots echoing through the valley like thunder.
The lead mercenary collapsed into the mud instantly, his flashlight rolling down the hill.
The remaining two mercenaries dropped to the ground, opening chaotic fire toward her position behind the boulder.
Bullets chipped off chunks of rock, showering Chloe's pink gown in sharp gravel and dirt.
"She's alive!" one of the men yelled into his radio shoulder mic. "Target is armed and hostile!"
Chloe rolled to her left, firing two more rounds through the rain-soaked brush.
A second mercenary cried out in pain, clutching his shoulder as he fell backward into a ravine stream.
The last mercenary panicked, turning around to retreat back up the slippery slope toward the highway.
Before he could reach the road, a dark figure emerged from the tree line above him.
A suppressed gunshot rang out, and the last mercenary fell limp into the mud.
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Chloe kept her gun raised, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs as the figure walked down the slope.
Step by step, the tall stranger approached her position in the dark woods, stepping into her flashlight beam.
