Another Wednesday, another #1lineWed excerpt. Last week, 1000 words might be worth 1 picture. This week? SHOW me the money, watch the dog and pony SHOW, so let’s get this SHOW on the road. In case you haven’t figured it out, today’s THEME is **SHOW**. Here’s a snippet from MONTANA MOON, that occurs later in story. There might be a few characters you recognize. The snippet should speak for itself. 🙂
“Shooter?” Hank’s whisper barely stirred the air.
If Tait hadn’t been a Wolf, he might not have heard the other man. He leaned close, his mouth next to Hank’s ear. “If she’s in there, you and Kujo will take Lauren and get the hell out of here.”
Hank jerked away and stared at him. He had no choice. There would be no survivors and he couldn’t pull Hank or Kujo into this world. Wolves were still secret. And Wolves were still as much animal as man. When he and the Wolves hit the compound, it would be brutal and final.
“You’re one of mine, Shooter. I’m not leaving you behind.” Hank was a team leader down to his damn toenails.
“You aren’t. You are getting the target—” and the woman Tait loved beyond all else “—to safety. And you are keeping her that way until I can get back to her.” He glanced over his shoulder. Without his preternatural senses, he wouldn’t have known where the others were hiding.
Michael Lightfoot had his sniper’s nest on the military crest of the next hill—a vantage point where he could see everything. The man was deadly accurate. Mac waited nearby, ready to give the signal. Sean Donaldson had already booby-trapped the wall and several vehicles. At the moment, he was happily building bombs to be planted once they hit the enemy. Then there was Nate Connor. The subject of horrible experiments performed at the hands of Black Root scientists, the former Marine had more reason than any of them to go after the bastards who’d kidnapped Lauren.
In addition to the former SpecOps members, five Nightriders had joined their raiding party. The one called Hardy, short for Hard Ass, had been in the 69th unit with the others, and he’d brought members of the motorcycle club as backup. Gravedigger, Easy, Gunner, and Smoke would have fit right in with a SpecOps unit. They were scary dudes, and deadly as hell.
Tait clamped his hand on Hank’s shoulder. “Please, Montana.” He used Hank’s nickname on the teams for emphasis. “That woman is…I have to stay but I want her safe. I’m trusting you to do that. Yeah?”
Hank stared into his eyes for several long heartbeats. He finally nodded. “Yeah. I get where you’re coming from. If it was Sadie in there…” His voice trailed off. He flashed some hand signals to Kujo, who nodded.
Glancing toward Mac, Tait waited until he had the big Wolf’s attention. He nodded, then added, “It’s show time.”
So what have you got to show for yourselves? Any show words? Any ideas about what’s going to happen next? Have a great hump day!