up at him, annoyed.
“ Quit messing with that and help me look for something on the man.” The bald man growled towards the redneck. “The guy just took out one of our helicopters and you want to watch TV?”
“ I almost got it back,” Cowboy Hat said , smacking the TV set again . “Besides,” he added obnoxiously, “I don’t see how that kid could survive all the lead we put into this place anyway.” He hit the TV on the side again hard, a dull thud echoed through the room.
Geoffrey Tate’s face flushed as his anger began to boil to the top. His temper had not always been a slow fuse, but in his business, clear, critical thinking was an asset , and a short temper could get you killed. While it might take quite a bit to set him off, once you did, there was no turning back . Cowboy Hat was testing the outer limits of his patience.
He drew his pistol, and without looking , fired shots into the TV. The glass shattered . The man yelped and leaped away from the exploding television set.
“ Find something on this young man , or the next two bullets go into you.” Geoffrey Tate said dangerously without looking up.
“ Jesus , man, ” Cowboy Hat said, terrified. “Whatever ! I get it . S orry .” He’d been shot at before, but it was clear that this wasn’t the time to screw around. He turned towards the desk and halfheartedly began to shuffle through the papers. Geoffrey turned back to the paperwork on his desk in front of him and cursed in frustration. On one hand, it was possible this was a good thing. Perhaps the deputy hadn’t had enough time to take any sort of report from the man in the desert before Geoffrey and his men had caught up to him. On the other, he had only found one body in the station, and it wasn’t the kid Geoffrey had seen earlier, which was bad ne ws. He looked around. T here was nothing left to find .
He was about to turn to the man in the ridiculous cowboy hat and tell him to pack up to leave, when he noticed out of the corner of his eye the reflected shards of the TV screen. In them , a shadow moved. Geoffrey stayed absolutely still. Their quarry was hunting them.
Alex cursed . H is knee had fallen asleep , causing him to trip slightly. Hoping he wasn’t seen, he stayed out of sight and quiet, listening for any movement from the other room.
Geoffrey Tate used the balls of his feet to slide noiselessly across the room. Drawing his weapon, he cocked it slowly. Quietly moving up to the edge of the hallway, he listened for any sound or indication of life.
Cowboy Hat turned from the desk , waving a piece of paper . “Hey , man, I think this might be something…” he started, but trailed off as he watched his bosses’ actions.
“ What are you doing?” Cowboy Hat asked as Geoffrey’s face fell . The bald man wav ed his hands fruitlessly to keep his redneck employee quiet.
Alex knew the jig was up. Hoping to retain any bit of surprise he had left, he leapt into the room , diving to the side with both guns firing at the two men. Unfortunately, the quick movement and lack of preparation made his shots go wild , and Alex managed to miss both . Geoffrey , having better aim, fired several times into Alex’s chest, arm and legs.
Ignoring the blood flowing from his new wounds, Alex rolled onto his back and took careful aim at the large man that had helped kill his father. Aiming down the barrel of his pistol, he pulled the trigger . T hree shots in the man’s chest , and he was a problem no more. Geoffrey’s body dropped, falling backwards from the force of Alex’s bullets. The slide on his pistol popped open , expelling his last bullet.
Cowboy Hat used Alex’s few moments of distraction to get in close. He rushed Alex from the side in a blind spot, and held his shotgun up to Alex’s gut.
Alex watched helplessly as Cowboy Hat pulled the trigger. The discharge, loud and violent, blasted Alex in the stomach , sending his body flying through the air from the force of the nearly
“ Quit messing with that and help me look for something on the man.” The bald man growled towards the redneck. “The guy just took out one of our helicopters and you want to watch TV?”
“ I almost got it back,” Cowboy Hat said , smacking the TV set again . “Besides,” he added obnoxiously, “I don’t see how that kid could survive all the lead we put into this place anyway.” He hit the TV on the side again hard, a dull thud echoed through the room.
Geoffrey Tate’s face flushed as his anger began to boil to the top. His temper had not always been a slow fuse, but in his business, clear, critical thinking was an asset , and a short temper could get you killed. While it might take quite a bit to set him off, once you did, there was no turning back . Cowboy Hat was testing the outer limits of his patience.
He drew his pistol, and without looking , fired shots into the TV. The glass shattered . The man yelped and leaped away from the exploding television set.
“ Find something on this young man , or the next two bullets go into you.” Geoffrey Tate said dangerously without looking up.
“ Jesus , man, ” Cowboy Hat said, terrified. “Whatever ! I get it . S orry .” He’d been shot at before, but it was clear that this wasn’t the time to screw around. He turned towards the desk and halfheartedly began to shuffle through the papers. Geoffrey turned back to the paperwork on his desk in front of him and cursed in frustration. On one hand, it was possible this was a good thing. Perhaps the deputy hadn’t had enough time to take any sort of report from the man in the desert before Geoffrey and his men had caught up to him. On the other, he had only found one body in the station, and it wasn’t the kid Geoffrey had seen earlier, which was bad ne ws. He looked around. T here was nothing left to find .
He was about to turn to the man in the ridiculous cowboy hat and tell him to pack up to leave, when he noticed out of the corner of his eye the reflected shards of the TV screen. In them , a shadow moved. Geoffrey stayed absolutely still. Their quarry was hunting them.
Alex cursed . H is knee had fallen asleep , causing him to trip slightly. Hoping he wasn’t seen, he stayed out of sight and quiet, listening for any movement from the other room.
Geoffrey Tate used the balls of his feet to slide noiselessly across the room. Drawing his weapon, he cocked it slowly. Quietly moving up to the edge of the hallway, he listened for any sound or indication of life.
Cowboy Hat turned from the desk , waving a piece of paper . “Hey , man, I think this might be something…” he started, but trailed off as he watched his bosses’ actions.
“ What are you doing?” Cowboy Hat asked as Geoffrey’s face fell . The bald man wav ed his hands fruitlessly to keep his redneck employee quiet.
Alex knew the jig was up. Hoping to retain any bit of surprise he had left, he leapt into the room , diving to the side with both guns firing at the two men. Unfortunately, the quick movement and lack of preparation made his shots go wild , and Alex managed to miss both . Geoffrey , having better aim, fired several times into Alex’s chest, arm and legs.
Ignoring the blood flowing from his new wounds, Alex rolled onto his back and took careful aim at the large man that had helped kill his father. Aiming down the barrel of his pistol, he pulled the trigger . T hree shots in the man’s chest , and he was a problem no more. Geoffrey’s body dropped, falling backwards from the force of Alex’s bullets. The slide on his pistol popped open , expelling his last bullet.
Cowboy Hat used Alex’s few moments of distraction to get in close. He rushed Alex from the side in a blind spot, and held his shotgun up to Alex’s gut.
Alex watched helplessly as Cowboy Hat pulled the trigger. The discharge, loud and violent, blasted Alex in the stomach , sending his body flying through the air from the force of the nearly
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