"I hate fed bitches," the other said. "Elite think they're so much better than us."
"So do I."
Shaking, she tried to pull away, to look away. The man in front of her spun her and gripped her neck with one hand. Her gaze went to the laser gun he'd tossed a short distance away. She felt him slice through her gray uniform with the other and tried to move away. His grip tightened, and she stopped.
"One thing civilian bitches are good for."
Terror spun through her. He ripped the clothing from her, then sliced through her belt, shoving her over the stack of trunks. Lana shoved herself back, ignoring the pain in her wrist as adrenaline flew threw her.
He slammed her into the trunk, and she gasped, unable to move. Instead, she stretched for the laser gun, grasping it. Distracted, her attacker cut through one legging then the other. When she felt the knife near one ankle, she lashed out at him.
He cursed and wrenched her up, slapping her hard. She fell, head spinning. She aimed and fired. Curses indicated she'd hit him but not killed him. The man smashed his heel onto her already wounded arm. Her head cleared enough for her to see she'd hit one of his arms, which was drenched with blood.
He snatched her legs and dragged her to him. Lana scrambled and fought, tears on her face as she realized what she'd done in leaving the Peak. The insurgent pinned her in place with one foot on her stomach and wrenched off her civilian grays. He snatched her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand, settling his weight atop her as he reached down to undo the buttons of his trousers.
"I'll give you a reason to scream soon, fed bitch," he promised.
She crossed her legs at the ankles, and he planted one knee between her thighs, driving them apart. Lana struggled hard without being able to dislodge the muscular man. He pulled a laser gun from his boot and placed it at her temple. She stilled and squeezed her eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable.
The sound of a laser gun went off, and warm blood splattered her. She gasped, waiting to feel the pain certain to come. Suddenly, the man slumped and released her hands. She opened her eyes, staring at his open eyes and still body, at the blood pooling around her. Her gaze moved to the laser gun and then to the familiar man holding it.
Major Brady. Her heart soared, and she almost cried out at being rescued.