Kelly
© 1989, 1998, 2001 by Morgan. All rights reserved.
Chapter 1

Mike Callahan moved quietly in the shadows next to the stone wall in Langenhagen. He saw Johnson slip around the far corner. Suddenly, there was the sound of automatic-weapons fire. Callahan could hear the muffled sounds characteristic of the MP-5 and the chatter of AK-47 assault rifles. As he slid along the wall trying to be as quiet as possible, he wondered why he was bothering. The noise from the automatic weapons was enough to awaken the dead.

As he approached the corner of the wall, two Soviet guards came around, moving right into a hail of fire from his silenced MP-5. Unlike their comrades, they didn't have a chance to fire a shot as they were cut down by a hail of 9mm bullets. Mike continued to the corner and carefully peered around it. He found Ben Johnson dead, his body riddled with bullets. Just then two more guards came running. Mike kept low in the shadows and tracked their approach. He had picked up an AK-47 from one of the downed guards and pulled its cocking lever. He waited motionless until the guards were only ten feet away. They were so close he couldn't miss and didn't. They were cut to pieces by automatic weapons fire.

He moved back around the corner of the wall. From the corner of his eye he saw a shadow move. It was another guard with his weapon leveled at him. Mike's weapon was aimed the wrong way; he was dead meat. Then there was a quick movement behind the guard. A bare arm came around his neck and there was a flash of light on polished metal. The guard collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

Mike was astonished to see a naked girl kneeling over the body and appearing to wipe off a knife blade on the dead man's tunic. He could hear the sounds of running feet as more guards responded to the sounds of gunfire. While he ran towards the spot where he and Ben had left the car they had used for the night's raid, he could hear the padding sound of the girl's bare feet running after him.

The car was an ancient Volkswagen Beetle which was still a ubiquitous car in Langenhagen. He jumped in and started it up as the girl opened the other door and jumped into the passenger seat. The car's interior was so dark he still couldn't get a good look at her. He took a right turn at the first corner, followed by a left and then another right. When he came to a main artery he turned left and paced the small volume of wartime traffic heading out of town.

Stopping beside a field that was just around a bend in the road from a road block, Mike swallowed hard. The girl beside him had still not spoken a word. When he asked her if she were coming with him, she nodded. He realized he had spoken to her in English rather than the local language, German. She didn't even blink.

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