Atla
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Well...This started as a small and simple story. But you folks seemed to like it and I thought I could do it better if I put some effort in it. (Instead of spitting it out in an hour or so). It ended up with some length to it. And I'll keep adding to it until the story has run it's course.
http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=377034
Thats where it started, and where I'm going to keep making up random clips of stories for fun.
Oh, and I couldn't think of a title. Sorry.
http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=377034
Thats where it started, and where I'm going to keep making up random clips of stories for fun.
Oh, and I couldn't think of a title. Sorry.
As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.
-Proverbs 27.17
It was 2 a.m. and the helicopters gave them away. I was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. As I drew a smiley face in the peanut butter with my Ka-Bar the sound of several approaching helicopters drifted in through the window. Normally I wouldn’t have thought a thing about helicopters passing by. But having a man zip-tied to a steel chair under a hobby lamp in the basement makes you a little jumpy.
Sheathing the knife, I grabbed an AK-74 off the dining room table and hit the light switch at a lunge. Leaning against the window I listened to the helicopters get closer and closer while I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Looking out the window at the street lamps, I saw dark shapes began to turn corners in the neighborhood headed in my direction. There were no headlights.
The shapes began to define themselves as they got closer and my eyes adjusted. Half a dozen dark SUV’s. Bad news. I tapped the magazine to make sure it was properly seated than reached under the AK with my left hand to rack the bolt. A 5.45x39 round ejected and bounced off the tile floor next to me. I knew it was loaded already, it was just comforting to double check.
The SUV’s slowed quietly and began to turn parallel to the house, parking next to the curb and surrounding the house. As I watched armed men in black began to pour out of the vehicles, open the trunks, and grab equipment. All moved in silence, using hand signals to direct. They seemed to know what they were doing. Very bad news. One man pulled a rifle from the backseat and began to quietly shoot out the street lamps. The broken glass lightly tinkling as it fell. Clever fellow, I couldn’t see a suppressor or a muzzle flash, so I assumed it was an air rifle of some sort. While Ralphie Parker and his Red Ryder BB gun was dealing with the lights, I racked the bolt again and another round bounced off the tile floor and under the stove. 28 rounds left now. If they take much longer I’ll be trying to brain them with an empty rifle when they kick the door in.
They probably thought I was asleep. That’s why they wait until early in the morning to make their move. Their suspect is in the deepest part of his or her sleep cycle. I would have been, but I was to busy electrical taping wires from a car battery to the fellow’s groin in the basement. Squirmy guy. I had to hit him a few times to get him to stop moving around. It’s not like it’s my fault that I was about to torture him to death. He made his choices. As the saying goes ‘Decision...Consequence’. He decided to be a bad guy, his consequence was me.
The bad news is that he was also someone important. And somehow, they found me.
Outside the men were beginning to position themselves covering various angles of the house while using the vehicles for cover. Gripping my AK tighter I begin to crawl towards the entrance, restraining myself from racking the bolt again.
The front door opened to the left and into a narrow hallway adorned with pictures of me. The hallway stretched into the house fifteen feet before the walls ended. Coming into the house one could either go straight into the living room, or turn right at the end of the wall, step up onto a small landing and head to the upstairs bedroom. Usually guests went to the living room, but tonight’s guest was dragged to the basement. He bounced pretty good when I pushed him down the stairs.
I took cover on the landing. The front door was unlocked, I wondered if they would even bother to check. Or not. I was betting on not.
Crouching, I took an extra AK mag from my rear pocket and set it down next to me. Pressing my the palm of my left hand against the corner, I set the AK’s front stock between my index finger and thumb, holding it in a steady rest. The tritium dial in the front sight was glowing a light green and I placed it on the center of the door. My friends had laughed when I put a $70 XS Sight System tritium night sights on an AK-74 that I picked up for two-fifty. Who’s laughing now pals?
The world was silent, except for the muffled thumping of the helicopters circling the neighborhood overhead.
The partial silence was broken by a scuffling noise as boots shifted outside the door. I placed my finger on the trigger and began to take up the slack.
The door knob began to turn. The lock set made a soft snicking sound as it retracted from the frame. I braced myself for violence as the door slowly opened several inches. A stubby barrel peeked through the opening first. The door continued to rotate open until it stopped against the wall with a soft thump. The first man stepped the entrance and quickly dropped to a crouch, an H&K UMP in his right fist, his left held in a clenched fist above his head. Behind him a second man was leaning into the opening with his body from the waist down hidden from sight, a TP9 clenched in his fist and pointed down the hallway. A third leaned out from the other side of the door, a shotgun of sorts braced against the door jam. From the size of the barrel, I’d say a 12 gauge. I had learned over the years that big muzzles tend to leave big holes. I needed to watch that guy.
Strangely they were wearing dark suits and matching ties. Red with yellow stripes. If they were attorneys I didn’t stand a chance.
Mr. H&K UMP stood and took a step forward while Mr. TP9 left his cover and moved in behind him and slightly to the left, his pistol pointed down the hallway towards any potential threats. I wanted the Suit with the shotgun to come in also, but it looked like he was going to stay put. They hadn’t seen me yet crouched in the shadows and the street lights being shot out kept me in darkness.
I wasn’t sure if they were wearing body armor or not, and it was possible my rounds may penetrate, but they also might not. So I shot UMP through the skull, red and gray gore spraying the walls and his companions as he dropped like a sack of potatoes. Shifting my aim I fired three rounds as fast as possible into Mr. TP9's chest. The pistol clattered to the floor while his body slid down against the wall leaving a red smear and bullet holes.
The shotgun boomed and sheet rock exploded above my head, showering me with fine white dust and bits of insulation. I ducked back, shoved the rifle around the corner, and emptied the magazine in his general direction as fast as I could pull the trigger. Making a fine mess of the door jamb and hearing a satisfactory scream as one or more of my rounds connected.
Grabbing the magazine on the landing, I tapped it against the ground shaking off bits of plaster and reloaded. I peeked around the corner than took a chance and dove forward towards the door. Ducking behind the body slumped against the wall, I shot the remaining Suit in the back as he crawled away with one arm, dragging his legs behind him. All’s fair in love and war.
His shotgun was laying on my step. I reached over the body and grabbed it as two rounds impacted the carcass beneath me. Throwing myself onto my back I kicked the body out of the entrance onto the front step than slammed the door behind him.
Looked like I got me a new FN SLP semi-automatic shotgun for free. Might even be a few rounds in it. I was no shotgun fan, but it may come in handy.
Raising myself up, I looked through one of the bullet holes through my house. Several of the men were beginning to unfold portable road barricades between the Suburbans, while others grabbed large spotting lamps and moved them around the perimeter in silence. Everyone else was pointing a gun in my direction.
This was beginning to get out of control.