Wings of Steele - Flight of Freedom (Book2) by Jeffrey Burger Page B
Authors: Jeffrey Burger
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Brodermeyer.”
“ What about my patience, Viktor? When do I...”
Restonovich smiled, placing his hand on Brodermeyer's shoulder, making the doctor feel a little like a mouse in the care of a python. “Let me to explain Doktor,” began the Colonel, pushing a silenced 9mm into the man's chest over his heart, “too many questions you ask...” he pinned him against the wall in the foyer near the front door.
“Oh p-p-please no,” wheezed Brodermeyer, “I am just curious, I would never tell anyone, I promise... I-I-I never meant I didn't want you here...”
“ Nyet, I know Doktor,” he replied quietly. The man began to cry and Restonovich's voice was soft and reassuring, “it will be OK Doktor, over quickly, sssshhhhh... no pain.”
“ But I don't want to die,” sobbed Brodermeyer softly, “my p-p-patients, they need me... p-p-please don't do this...”
“ Ssshhh, I must. Close eyes, relax – everything is fine, deep breath... no pain,” the 9mm popped softly, the slide moving and empty casing tinkling to the floor, making more noise than the shot itself. The doctor grunted like he'd been punched in the stomach, eyes flickered in disbelief. He tried to gasp for breath but he couldn't seem to draw air. He clutched his chest, feeling a warm slickness running between his fingers and found the hole in his chest over his heart. The Russian had lied, the pain was staggering. Releasing his grip on the man, Restonivich backed away and the doctor slid slowly down the wall and crumpled to the floor, his eyes searching but vacant, the life fading from them as the crimson pool grew on the floor. When the Colonel turned away, he locked eyes with the maid standing in the kitchen doorway at the other end of the house. She moved in almost slow motion, the towel dropping from her hands, her eyes wide, her mouth opening to scream, her lungs swelling with air... the silenced 9mm popped softly twice, the 9mm rounds hitting her in the sternum and face, cutting off her scream before it began, pitching her lifelessly backwards onto the tile floor of the kitchen. He regretted having to shoot the girl; she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. But there could be no loose ends.
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Having spent most of the day inside playing video games, the afternoon was just simply too beautiful not to spend a couple hours on the deck sunning with a frosty drink in hand. Fairly private, the deck was surrounded by palm trees and foliage except the side that faced the water. The girls had rationalized that they had never really left the house per se and the deck was acceptable, surmising that the safety of the house was only a step or two away.
Lisa had started dinner, padding around the kitchen in her bathing suit, Gus napping on the cool tile floor of the kitchen's dining area. The sun was low and Nina strolled through the open sliding glass doors from the deck, followed by a salty breeze and the smell of coconut suntan lotion. She threw her towel over a chair at the table and slid the door closed, “Mosquitoes and no-see-ums are starting to come out...” She plopped her butt down on the toweled chair, yawning, “What is it about beach air and sun that makes me want to yawn and take a nap?” She sipped her drink and stretched her arms over her head, yawning again. “Oh my, I can't stop!”
Lisa laughed, “Wanna set the table while I finish this up?”
Nina bounced up, “Sure! Mmm, smells great...” She took the dishes Lisa handed her over the counter.
Gus jumped to his feet, spinning around to face the glass doors, woofing softly. Being too gentle and timid, he wasn't much as a defense dog, but when he did alert it was for good reason. “What's that about...?” Nina set the short stack of plates on the table, “hey, there's three guys coming up on the deck...” Gus barked more aggressively, something he was not known for.
“ Lock the door, lock the door!”
Nina flipped the latch and jumped back as
“ What about my patience, Viktor? When do I...”
Restonovich smiled, placing his hand on Brodermeyer's shoulder, making the doctor feel a little like a mouse in the care of a python. “Let me to explain Doktor,” began the Colonel, pushing a silenced 9mm into the man's chest over his heart, “too many questions you ask...” he pinned him against the wall in the foyer near the front door.
“Oh p-p-please no,” wheezed Brodermeyer, “I am just curious, I would never tell anyone, I promise... I-I-I never meant I didn't want you here...”
“ Nyet, I know Doktor,” he replied quietly. The man began to cry and Restonovich's voice was soft and reassuring, “it will be OK Doktor, over quickly, sssshhhhh... no pain.”
“ But I don't want to die,” sobbed Brodermeyer softly, “my p-p-patients, they need me... p-p-please don't do this...”
“ Ssshhh, I must. Close eyes, relax – everything is fine, deep breath... no pain,” the 9mm popped softly, the slide moving and empty casing tinkling to the floor, making more noise than the shot itself. The doctor grunted like he'd been punched in the stomach, eyes flickered in disbelief. He tried to gasp for breath but he couldn't seem to draw air. He clutched his chest, feeling a warm slickness running between his fingers and found the hole in his chest over his heart. The Russian had lied, the pain was staggering. Releasing his grip on the man, Restonivich backed away and the doctor slid slowly down the wall and crumpled to the floor, his eyes searching but vacant, the life fading from them as the crimson pool grew on the floor. When the Colonel turned away, he locked eyes with the maid standing in the kitchen doorway at the other end of the house. She moved in almost slow motion, the towel dropping from her hands, her eyes wide, her mouth opening to scream, her lungs swelling with air... the silenced 9mm popped softly twice, the 9mm rounds hitting her in the sternum and face, cutting off her scream before it began, pitching her lifelessly backwards onto the tile floor of the kitchen. He regretted having to shoot the girl; she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. But there could be no loose ends.
■ ■ ■
Having spent most of the day inside playing video games, the afternoon was just simply too beautiful not to spend a couple hours on the deck sunning with a frosty drink in hand. Fairly private, the deck was surrounded by palm trees and foliage except the side that faced the water. The girls had rationalized that they had never really left the house per se and the deck was acceptable, surmising that the safety of the house was only a step or two away.
Lisa had started dinner, padding around the kitchen in her bathing suit, Gus napping on the cool tile floor of the kitchen's dining area. The sun was low and Nina strolled through the open sliding glass doors from the deck, followed by a salty breeze and the smell of coconut suntan lotion. She threw her towel over a chair at the table and slid the door closed, “Mosquitoes and no-see-ums are starting to come out...” She plopped her butt down on the toweled chair, yawning, “What is it about beach air and sun that makes me want to yawn and take a nap?” She sipped her drink and stretched her arms over her head, yawning again. “Oh my, I can't stop!”
Lisa laughed, “Wanna set the table while I finish this up?”
Nina bounced up, “Sure! Mmm, smells great...” She took the dishes Lisa handed her over the counter.
Gus jumped to his feet, spinning around to face the glass doors, woofing softly. Being too gentle and timid, he wasn't much as a defense dog, but when he did alert it was for good reason. “What's that about...?” Nina set the short stack of plates on the table, “hey, there's three guys coming up on the deck...” Gus barked more aggressively, something he was not known for.
“ Lock the door, lock the door!”
Nina flipped the latch and jumped back as
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