Alien Devices: Tesla joins crew to prevent alien zombie apocalypse (The Secret War Book 2) by Raven Bond

opposition we're dealing with?” Will
asked, also in a quiet voice.
    “There were two men outside on guard when I was here earlier,”
Guang answered. “The shanty is large, but no more than two, maybe three rooms.”
He gave that odd roll of his shoulders that Abigail interpreted as something like
a shrug, “Perhaps six men altogether. Where is Chang?”
    “She is staying here,” Will announced, “Sebastian will get the
car turned around so we can leave fast, and otherwise he sits on her.” Guang
puzzled this phrasing out for a moment, and then nodded in understanding.
    “Good,” he said briefly. “This way,” he pointed again.
    They walked carefully to one side of the 'road' as it curved
around. Apparently, the residents all placed their refuse at the edges of the
track. Occasionally, a lonely dog howled.
    Abigail saw a hunched over figure sitting at one of the breaks
in the garbage mounds. Guang motioned for them to stop. The figure stood as
Guang walked forward. They talked for a moment, and then the figure shambled
off into the jumble of shacks. Guang returned to them and spoke quietly.
    “There has been no movement in or out of the shanty,” he
reported. “They are there, where the bright lanterns are.”
    Abigail looked where Guang pointed; two large paper lanterns
illuminated the front of one of the shacks. She watched as a shadow crossed
before one of them.
    “Kind of conspicuous with all that light aren't they?” Will
asked. Guang spat.
    “They are arrogant in their belief that no one here would speak
of them out of fear,” he replied. “They are of the same petty gang that
attacked us earlier. They grow too bold.” The scorn in his voice was
unmistakable.
    “Are they now?” Will mused, watching the front of the shack. “Hmm,
it's not going to be easy to sneak up on those two out front without they raise
an alarm before we can get inside,” Will said.
    “Is there a back way in?” The spy Bardon asked. Guang shook his
head at the question.
    “It is not usual,” Guang said. “To approach from the rear,
means going through the maze of dwellings. We would have to be especially careful
not to awake others as that would also raise an alarm.”
    “What if we. . .” Bardon continued talking. Abigail stopped
listening, as an idea occurred to her. To be more accurate she remembered an
idea from the Aether-serial 'Liverpool Raiders'. If there was only. . .There!
She spotted an empty bottle and picked it up, trying not to think about where
it had been.
    Turning to Saira, she silently outlined her plan with gestures.
The Arms master’s teeth shone in the darkness. She grinned, as she nodded
enthusiastically. Before Abigail could lose her nerve, she interrupted the
bickering between Bardon and Will.
    “Saira and I can deal with the two guards out front.” Abigail
hefted the bottle, stating her idea aloud to them.
    “Absolutely not,” declared Bardon flatly. Will rubbed his chin.
    “That might work,” The Capitan agreed. He looked at Abigail
searchingly. “You sure you can do this?”
    “Yes,” Abigail swallowed hard and nodded her head. She wasn't
really sure, but she had to try. Father's face was ever present in her mind.
    “We can do it, Cap'n,” Saira vowed.
    “If we stand here too long, that will also be noticed,” Guang
warned.
    “Alright,” Will said to Abigail and Saira with a nod. “We'll
follow you in.”
    ~ ~ ~
    Liu thought it was stupid for them to keep a guard out
front . This was not what he had expected when he had joined up with the 186
Blue Society, one of the gangs along the wharves. Violence and killing, yes, But
not freezing in this stinking hole guarding the doings of Foreign Devils.  It
wasn't as if any of the sheep around them would ever be a bother.
    But the aide of the small Russian woman named Illiya Petrov was
almost as terrifying as the woman herself. The hardened wharf gangs had
nicknamed the small Russian woman, Illiya Petrov, the 'White Death' after