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The plan was falling into place, if only Brian could stop from falling off his bike before he got there from blind terror.
For Beck it was just another mission that she knew she would accomplish in precision military fashion, as she had been trained.
* * *
BOOM.
Thud.
“Faaaark….!”
Thud.
Beck called Jace.
“Safe?” Jace asked.
“Yep,” she told him, then added, “Two men down.”
“What? Two?”
“Yeah…Jimmy’s dead. Bullet in the head. Brian fainted.”
Jace and the others who were listening in all started laughing
* * *
Before Beck shot Jimmy,Brian had thought they were going to talk about the situation. He hadn’t seen Jimmy go for his gun, but Beck had…and she was quicker.
The bullet hit Jimmy between his eyes before he even got the gun out of the back of his jeans.
Brian had managed to say one word, before the color drained from his face and he fainted.
Beck poured water in Brian’s open mouth and over his face. As soon as she did that, he started sputtering and in a dry, raspy, desperate voice he said, “You just shot him straight out. He didn't even say a word.”
“It's not the fucking movies,” she told him. “We don't lay our guns down and wait for a fist fight…or stop to have a chat with our enemies. First to shoot wins. I’m always first.”
Brian was watching Beck’s lips as she explained how things worked in the military. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, so he had to lip-read at the same time…just to make sure. It was starting to piss Beck off.
“They’ll bring the shovel soon,” she said.
“What? The shovel?”
“The shovel,” she repeated.
He looked up at her eyes then. His mouth was hanging open…he was in a state of shock, but Beck didn’t give a damn about that. “To bury your friend,” she said.
“Friend?”
She rubbed her face in frustration and pulled her cell phone out of her jacket. She held it up until she got reception and talked into it on speaker. “You need to hurry.”
“We’ll be there soon. Got a problem?” Jace asked. Brian was looking at her…listening. “I’m going to put a bullet in Brian’s head too if you don’t get a move on.”
“No, no, no, no…Oh God, please no.” He had his hands together in prayer, pleading. “Don’t kill me…I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” she said.
“Yes, yes…anything…anything.”
