Within moments, they had settled into a perfect interlocking rhythm of destruction, synchronised bullets tearing through countless invaders and thinning their ranks. He glanced over at Jane. A fine film of sweat had formed on her smooth brow as she squeezed off shot after shot. She caught his eye and winked. For a moment, he was thrown off his stride. A bomb missed him by the smallest of margins, so close he could feel the buzz of its electrical heat on his face. He gasped.
‘What’s the matter?’ she asked with a smile. ‘Distracted?’ She pirouetted through a barrage of enemy fire and came to a halt by his side. He could feel the air between them crackling. As the invaders dropped another row and a flurry of bombs fell around them, the heat of her body pressed into his.