Two burly Raiders squared off on Nan. She quickly dodged around a table, flipped it, and backed away.
“Big bad Marine running from some lowly Army ruck humpers,” one taunted.
Nan grabbed a tray for a shield just as one one thew a punch. He screamed as his hand smashed against the steel. She broke the other one’s nose with the now bent tray. He dropped to his knees.
“I would love to stay and chat boys, but I gotta run.” Nan turned to dart away.
Broken nose shook his head and caught her by the ankle, “Got ya now!”
She fought like a wildcat until she was tagged by a stray cap round. The pair hoisted her up and heave-hoed her over the Greys’ table and through the video wall. Mitzi was still screaming. Grey was speechless. The Raiders laughed and pointed. Bartender Mike walked up behind the pair and zapped them.
“Well, so much for a quiet evening.” Mike said, looking around at the wreckage.
Other works by Dale Sale
Corvus Ascending
Corvus Sirocco
Corvus Defends (coming soon)
