Snipers

Jack walked back to the window and thought about Kilt and his organization called Badd. They already had secret compounds established around the world. If they got their hands on Albatros, they could make a play for world domination.

“What about our next assignment?” Jack asked, thinking about the future. “Think it might be Kilt?”

Super Joe didn't answer. Jack turned around and saw that Joe was frozen in place. He seemed to be listening to something.

“What's the mat—” Jack started to ask. Then he sensed it, too. Danger.

“Get down!” Super Joe yelled, pulling Jack to the floor.

The agents flattened themselves into the thick carpet. Seconds later, two bullets whizzed over their heads, smashing a mirror across the room into a million pieces.

“You okay?” Joe asked without raising his head an inch from the carpet.

“Yeah,” Jack answered, thinking what a perfect target he had made against the window. “I guess I owe you one, buddy.”

“You owe me two, buddy,” Joe said. “Don't forget I saved you from that Nazz torture squad last week.”

“Listen, I paid that one back when I saved you from the Nazz thugs the next day,” Jack said. He started to grin in spite of their danger.

For years he and Joe had been keeping count.

Another pair of bullets blasted through the window, whistling by even closer to their heads.

“Those guys are good,” Joe said. “Real good.”

Jack knew that things were getting serious. His well-trained commando instincts were going off like fire alarms. Turning to look at the glass wall of the penthouse, he picked out four clean holes shot through the window.

“Snipers,” he said. “They've been watching us. You think they're alone?”

“No chance,” Joe answered. “I've got a gut feeling Kilt is behind this. And I'll bet our little vacation is over.”


- Worlds of Power: Bionic Commando, Chapter 1