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Rudolph Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 The Story Continues About the Author ALSO BY C.A. RUDOLPH THE GUN PLAY SERIES UNTIL NOTHING REMAINS EVERYTHING I DIE FOR THE WHAT’S LEFT OF MY WORLD SERIES WHAT’S LEFT OF MY WORLD THIS WE WILL DEFEND WE WON’T GO QUIETLY DIVIDED WE STAND WORLDS APART INDIVISIBLE THE HEART OF WAR RITE OF REPRISAL (coming soon!) 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Smoke rose and curled hastily upward in eerie strands, flouting gravity and wind currents that wisped over the snowy field stained crimson throughout the fallen. The driver released the accelerator and braked hard, bringing the SUV to a sliding stop just beyond a barbed-wire fence and a corroded steel gate appearing to have been struck by something large and unyielding. It hung by thin cords of sheared metal, nearly free of its moorings. His mouth agape, he shifted into park with a trembling hand and leaned over the steering wheel. He gawked at the scene before him in sheer astonishment. The wintry morning air had a bite to it, though it wasn’t nearly as frigid as the look Beatrice Carter had sewn on her face. Her pupils darted from one edge of the vista to the other through squinted eyelids. She scowled while reaching for the door handle. “Ma’am.” The driver grasped her forearm. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I feel I must advise against departure at this time.” Beatrice tensed and tightened her lips. “Young man, feel however you must and advise all you like, but unfasten your hand from my arm this instant—before you lose it.” “Eh, I’m sorry…I was only…I didn’t mean to—” “Shh, it’s all right. Hush now, no harm done.” Beatrice pushed open her door and slid a leg out, her boot submerging into the snow. “Ma’am, are you sure you wouldn’t rather wait?” the driver asked, reaching for a radio handset mounted to the dash. “The threat could still be extant—whoever…or whatever did this could still be close by. They might even be watching us.” Beatrice pouted. “Oh, pshaw!” “Ma’am, please, I beg you. We don’t know what happened here. Can we at least stand fast until I call this in? Or better yet, until backup arrives?” The slender, buxom blonde ignored his plea and made a full exit. “I know precisely what happened here…and trust me when I say this, the guilty parties are long gone.” She bristled as the cold assaulted her cheeks, and her voice fell to a whisper. “No way you’d stick around long after gettin’ away with something like this, Connie…now would you?” Slamming the door shut, Beatrice tightened her scarf and zipped her parka to the collar. She drew the hood over her head and gave the drawstrings a hard pull, then marched with purpose across the field. Three DHS vehicles equal to the one in which she’d departed seconds ago were parked side by side just ahead and to her right, each displaying a rendering of irreparable damage. Hundreds of holes had been punched through their chassis, and swirls of steam and smoke escaped from the engine compartments under what remained of their hoods. The smells of molten metal, charred flesh, carbon and death overtook the air. Two disabled Cougar MRAPs showing similar damage sat nearby. Strewn about were the remains of a dozen former federal agents, all appearing to have been sawed to pieces by some ungodly means. She continued in and studied the scene with a piercing stare. A full hour hadn’t passed since she’d spoken to her old friend. Following that dialogue, Beatrice had expected the day to continue on a more encouraging note, but somehow, someway, she’d been outfoxed. Men were dead. Vehicles were destroyed. And the perpetrators had gotten away and remained at large. Moving past the decimated DHS motorcade, Beatrice followed a path of deep ruts which had dug beyond the snowpack several inches into the frozen ground beneath. From where the tracks originated in an area of disturbed snowmelt, she noticed piles of bullet brass left behind by a large-caliber weapon. She took a knee in the snow, slipped a glove from her hand, and palmed one of the empty casings. “Lordy, lordy, now…who shot shorty?” she mused,
