Chapter Twenty Four
The
explosion took out the ten story building in ten seconds, “One floor per
second,” Hayden joked before he set the charge. “This ought to send a message.”
“Yeah,
come and kick our asses,” Alex muttered under his breath as they drove away.
“Do you think we should warn The Resistance building?”
Hayden
cocked his hand gun, “I don’t think we’ll make it that far.”
Just
then bullets started flying at Krycek’s Miata, he
pulled a one-eighty to face the on-comers and grabbed his gun, “Damn it, this
is the third car this year that’s gotten shot up.” They both ran from the car
and hid behind it.
“How
do you want to do this? Run and shoot or get creative?”
Krycek
scanned the surroundings, they were in a residential apartment area, “Can you make it to that alley?”
“Alright,
creative it is.” Hayden ducked and ran, firing his gun at the car that had
stopped and men were piling out of.
Krycek
took off in the opposite direction, heading for a truck, taking cover from it.
The men separated two heading after Hayden, 3 after him. “Nice odds,” he said
to himself.
Taking a chance, Hayden
stepped out from behind the wall, hands raised, “Hey guys, is there something I
can help you with?”
One of the broader men
answered, “Where is she?”
Hayden took a step forward,
dropping his hands, “Who? Your mom? I left her back in
the hotel room.” As the man charged forward, Hayden ducked and the man flew
over top of him, landing on the ground seconds before Hayden’s bullet entered his
leg and stomach. “Now you sit and stay and I’ll give you a nice juicy bone when
this is all over.”
The man’s partner kicked
towards Hayden but he ducked in time, “You want to play too, kitty?” Hayden’s
elbow jabbed into the man’s chin, followed by his knee into the guy’s stomach, two shot’s took out both of the guy’s knees.
Grabbing the rope from around his shoulder, he tied both men to a pipe.
The men continued to yell at
him, struggling best they could. Two quick smacks with the butt of the gun and
they were both out. “And silence ensues,” Hayden said as he ran to catch up
with Krycek.
Meanwhile Krycek’s fight had
turned into a shoot out and he was quickly running out of bullets. He was now
on the trucks side and opened the door, looking for inspiration, only to find a
hunting knife. Back in his SEAL days, he’d been able to kill a man instantly
with a knife but that had been a long time ago. Still, his only other choice
was hand to hand combat and he wasn’t as confident as some in his Resistance
training.
Taking aim at the biggest
man, he prayed to a God he didn’t believe in and threw as hard as he could. In
an almost auto pilot move, he grabbed his gun taking out the man next to the
man who had taken victim to Krycek’s lethal knife in the throat. As his two
partners’ fell to the ground, the last man charged around the truck, his gun
thrown to the side, daring Krycek to fight him.
As Krycek’s mind raced to
remember every fighting technique he could remember, he heard the thankful
sound of a gun shot and the man falling down in front of him.
Hayden rounded the corner,
not acknowledging the fact that he may have just saved Krycek’s life. “I think
we’ve definitely sent a message.”
Krycek scanned the area,
expecting to see more gunman, but he was pleasantly
surprised. “Now what are they going to with it?”
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It
took her a minute but her senses finally came back to her. “What are you doing
here,” her voice was anything but glad.
Carter
had already taken off his mask and now he lowered his gun, putting it on the
floor, “Like I said I’m not here to hurt you.”
Sandra
let her gun hang by her side but she didn’t drop it, “I can’t think of a
possible reason for you to be here, for you to know where I am.” Sandra stared into
the eyes of a man of a boy she used to love.
“You’re
lucky that I’m the only one who knows where you are, if the people I work for
found out where you-“
Sandra
didn’t let him finish, shock held her for only a second before her foot shot
out, crashing into his chin, knocking him back. He quickly regained his balance
and kicked her legs from underneath her, sending her gun flying into the corner.
Sandra kicked both her feet out, knocking him in the chest and jumped to her
feet again. As he made a move for his gun, Sandra did the same, both coming up
at the same time, guns trained on each other.
“You
work for The Puritan’s?” She hid the hurt in her voice well, disguising it as
disgust.
“If
you could only see what happens when the aliens invade…Sandra there is no point
in fighting them, it’s a waste. They have all the power.” He took a slighted
step forwards, “Come with me, if you join us, they won’t hurt you. I can keep
you safe.”
Sandra
scoffed at him, “Is that what they told you, is that
how they got you to sell your soul?” She yelled the last part. “How long?”
Carter’s
eyes left hers, “The day before I left.”
Sandra
remembered that day only too well, but she wouldn’t let emotions rise that had
been put to sleep many years before.
He
continued but his gun remained steadily trained on her, “They told me all about
who you are…what you are. They told me what was going to happen,
they showed me all the other planets that the aliens and Puritan’s have
colonized. If you saw what’s happened to those other planets, you’d understand
why I made this decision.”
Whatever
feelings she’d had towards him, now made her sick, he made her sick. She’d been
lonely, he’d been there, they’d been together a year, in love. Then one day he was gone, just another addition to the long list of
people who had left her.
Carter
lowered his gun and reached his hand out to her, “Sandra…I still love you.”
Sandra
didn’t bother to hide her rolling eyes, “Get away from me.”
Carter
inwardly sighed, “If you don’t come with me, The Puritan’s will come and kill
you.”
“You’ll
send them.”
“I
have to.”
Sandra
laughed, “You are a sniveling rat.” Her bullet hit him in the shoulder, then
another in his leg. Slowly walking towards him, she took his gun. Quickly she
grabbed the baby and headed outside into the storm.
As
she made for her car she heard the Irish voice ring out, “It’s your funeral.”
