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That was something he would do.
Instead I ran over, kicked his hand, and sent his gun flying.
He looked up at me in surprise. His face was pale; I searched his black shirt for the gleam of moonlight on wet cloth, but couldn’t see anything.
Keeping my gun in his face, I leaned over and patted him down. I found Fiona’s Glock and threw it away, then grabbed the top of his shirt and ripped it open, popping the buttons –
Motherfucker had a bulletproof vest on.
That explained a lot.
I wanted to curb stomp him – but I wouldn’t.
Suddenly he opened his mouth. The air rushed back into his lungs in a big, hissing breath.
I stuck my gun in the back of my jeans and held up my fists.
“GET UP!” I yelled. “GET UP AND FIGHT!”
“Jack, no!” Fiona screamed above me. “Just finish him!”
But I couldn’t.
Not like this.
I wanted to kill the bastard – but I wasn’t going to do it without giving him a fighting chance.
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Lou
At first I didn’t know what had happened. It felt like I’d taken a sledgehammer to the chest, and then I was falling.
A half second later, every goddamn bit of air exploded out of my lungs as I hit the ground.
I thought I was dead for sure. I kept trying to catch my breath, but nothing fucking happened.
Suddenly my right hand felt like it got kicked, and my Colt – which I didn’t even realize I was still holding until that second – went flying out of my grasp.
Jack was standing above me, looking down at me over his gun.
The motherfucker SHOT me!
He leaned over and jammed his pistol in my face.
For a brief second, I was terrified.
This is it – this fucking piece of shit is going to –
Then he tossed Fiona’s gun and ripped my shirt open.
Apparently he saw my Kevlar vest, because he got a look like Ohhh, NOW I understand. He backed away, but still kept the gun pointed at me.
That was when the air roared back into my lungs.
As I lay there in agony, I knew he wanted to kill me – I could see it on his face – but he wasn’t doing anything about it.
Because he was a fuckin’ idiot. Thank God.
