Beatrice Beecham's Cryptic Crypt
He noticed as soon as his reanimated army began to clutch at their wounds when bullets struck them, toppling like nine pins under the onslaught brought by the marines.
Screaming in anger and frustration, self-preservation kicked in, and the Blue Thunder leader ran back into the hanger, turning occasionally to deliver short bursts from his machine gun, but most of the shots were erratic and ineffectual.
This was good news to Miller, Elmo, and Lucas who made their way through the crates, using the chaos of battle as cover for their advance.
‘Can you see Bea?’ Lucas said urgently as they neared the hanger doors.
‘No,’ Miller said. ‘She has to be in there with Frobisher.’
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