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-a Night Stalkers Wedding story #2- Before the end of Night Stalkers #2, I Own the Dawn… Sniper Kee Smith knew two things for certain: 1) she’d never be a mother 2) she’d never be a bride Wounded in battle, Captain Archie Stevenson will never fly again. He knows that he can’t ask the woman and the war orphan they both love to take on such a burden. Kee and Archie have fought many battles together, but can they face the hard truths and reach the altar for Kee’s Wedding.

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Kee’s Wedding

a Night Stalkers Wedding Story

M. L. Buchman

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5 Years Ago

The events in this story occur before the last scene of

I Own the Dawn

(The Night Stalkers #2).

Chapter 1

“What if I’m not ready?”

“Since when haven’t you been ready for anything?”

“This is different!” Kee Smith shouted her protest over the DAP Hawk helicopter’s intercom.

Major Emily Beale did one of her magic tricks, slewing the helo around in a way that no other pilot possibly could. It gave Kee—perched at the side-gunner crew chief’s position, close behind the copilot’s seat—a clear shot on the lead vehicle in the column racing across the nighttime Afghan desert.

Kee grabbed the double handles on her M134 minigun, slid it out the window to the limit of the stops, and pulled the trigger. In answer, the electric motor spun the six-barrel Gatling gun up to five hundred rpm. The stream of 7.62mm ammunition raced out of the case, through the delinker, and into each barrel’s chamber at precisely the right moment. She sent three thousand rounds per minute raking down out of the darkness. Every tenth round was an infrared tracer, brilliant green in her own night-vision gear—yet effectively invisible to anyone not so equipped.

Her first rounds struck less than ten meters in front of the lead vehicle, so she held steady and let the lead vehicle drive right into the hail of bullets. Su-weet! A practiced shake allowed her to destroy the engine. The truck lurched sideways off the road and slammed to a halt in the deep sand.

The copilot fired a Hydra 70 rocket to take out the anti-aircraft gun mounted on the truck bed as Kee continued to slice up the line of vehicles. Two RPGs were fired upwards, but in no particular direction and were no threat to their flight of four blacked-out helicopters. The Night Stalkers of the US Army’s 160th SOAR ruled the night.

A Little Bird flying close beneath them took out the beater Toyota Corolla that had been the source of the RPGs as Kee and her fellow gunner Big John kept the convoy trapped on the road and behind the now-burning lead vehicle.

Big John was wisely staying out of this conversation. But if he so much as laughed, he’d be dead meat the moment they were back on the ground. She’d pulverize him herself, even if he was twice her size.

“I am so-o-o not ready for this shit!” Kee unleashed another chain of destruction on a captured Humvee. She must have managed to punch into some ammo cache through the turret gunner’s position as the vehicle flared brightly inside, then exploded violently as they flew over it and raced once more into the desert.

“If I can do it, so can you,” Emily replied with no real hint of sympathy as she rolled the Black Hawk completely over and somehow managed to come out of the maneuver headed back toward the column.

“But you’re the legendary Major Emily Beale. I’m just Sergeant Kee Smith. I’m not even that—I made up my last name.”

“Get your act together, Kee,” Major Beale sighed. “Night Stalkers Don’t Quit!”

Having the motto of the 160th SOAR thrown in her face wasn’t helping one bit. As to getting her shit together…since when was that even a possibility.

Emily certainly had though. She and Major Henderson had been married six months and still they walked about as if on some freaking honeymoon.

The MH-60M DAP Hawk banked hard, giving Kee a straight-down view on the militia’s column. She unleashed more mayhem on them with her minigun.

This she could handle.

Her own wedding to Archie? In less than seventy-two hours? Not so much.