My Brother's Secret

here's a segment from my new book.

Imemdiently gunfire broke out. They had to be outnumbered big time.

I took a glance from behind the boxes. Mke and Rick were shooting like professionals. There were only four of Death Valley. Steve was nowhere to be seen.

Rick shot someone in the shoulder and he fell. Then he jumped behind smoe boxes and advanced on a new target.

Mike jumped behind a pile of craits, narrowly missing five bullets meant for his chest. Then he started shooting and hit a guy full in the chest, who collasped immediently.

Another guy tookk out a machine gun and started firing at Mike, who had to duck for cover.

Rick shot his target in the arm and ran for the guy with tthe machine gun, who now had it pointed at Mike. Before he could shoot him, Rick pulled the trigger and nailed him in the back.

Mike got on his knees so he could see over the pile of craits and yelled, "Rick! Behind you!"

Rick spun around, ready to shoot, but wasn't fast enough. The guy he had shot in the arm pulled the trigger off his own gun, hitting Rick's left shoulder. He dropped his gun, grabbing his shoulder in agony, and fell to the ground.

A yell of fury erupted from Mikre, who jumped out form behind the pile of craits and shot the guy twice in the chest.

As he fell, three more guys came out of nowhere, all shooting at Mike. Once again, Mike dived for cover behind the pile of craits. He reloaded his gun, then jumped out from behind the craits and started shooting. He hit all three of them, one after the other. Mikke tturned around, ready to go to Rick.

Finally, I saw him. Steve Lowland, running towards Mike with an evil German grin on his face.

"Mike look out!" I yelled.

"Oh damn," Nick said.

Mike spun around, just as Steve plowed him to the ground. He put his hands around Mike's neck and began to strangle him.

Rick grabbed his gun, lifted his arm off the ground, and fired at steve two times, each bullet hitting him in the head. He fell over sideways and moved no more. Rick dropped his gun and clutched his wounded shoulder again.

Mike sat up and looked at Steve. Blood was pouring from his head into the increasingly large puddle that covered the ground.