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child. Mirissa
didn’t know, however, that Myrine was only acting to protect her. Everything
she’d done over the last twelve years she’d done to keep Mirissa alive.
“I know you’re angry with me, and for good reason. I
really want to explain everything to you if you’ll just give me the chance.”
“Mom, there is nothing you could possibly say to…”
Mirissa stopped short when a loud explosion shook the
building. The items on the desk shook, and the sound of automatic gunfire could
be heard through the floor.
All thoughts of the reunion were immediately replaced with
defense strategy. After punching in the security code that would erase the hard
drives of every computer in the building, Myrine jumped up from her chair,
hurdled her desk, and pulled on the edge of one of the bookshelves lining the
wall. Over her shoulder, she barked orders at Ken and Jackie to secure the door
and get a situation report. Once the bookshelf was opened on its hinges, Myrine
grabbed several rifles from the alcove that was hidden behind it. Contrary to
film and television, Myrine preferred the AR10 assault rifle to the more
popular AR15. Although it had a smaller magazine, holding fewer bullets, it
more than made up for it with the much larger sized rounds. When Myrine and her
team were under attack, she wanted pure stopping power. Passing one to each of
her agents and to Mirissa, she then armed herself and got ready for the fight.
Cracking the door to her office open just enough to peek
out, she gave the all-clear sign and started out into the hallway.
“My ring!” Mirissa yelled.
Myrine ran back to her desk, retrieved the ring from the
drawer where she had put it earlier, and tossed it to her daughter. Now that
they all had their weapons, they headed down the hall to the stairwell.
In a practiced maneuver, Myrine stood to the right of the
door while Ken stood to the left. She grabbed the handle and pushed the door in
as Ken aimed his rifle at whatever might be on the other side. Still clear,
they started down the stairs, Myrine taking the lead, followed by Ken and
Jackie, with Mirissa pulling up the rear. The sound of a door slamming open
below, followed by heavy footfalls coming up toward them, made them reverse
course and start climbing. Two flights up they reached the roof access door and
exited into the bright midday sun. Myrine looked for something she could use to
barricade the door, but the only thing on the roof was an old piece of two by
four lumber, and with nothing to secure it, she quickly moved on to plan B.
Mirissa ran to the edge of the roof on the opposite side of
the access door. The next building was only about ten feet away. “We can make
it,” she called over her shoulder.
Myrine joined her as she turned around. “Mirissa, we can make that jump, but they can’t, and I won’t leave them behind. Follow me.”
They came around to the other side of the roof where Ken was
busy opening an air vent. He’d removed the cover and the fan (thank goodness it
wasn’t running) and called Jackie over to climb inside. She all but dove
through the vent access and quickly crawled through the small metal tunnel.
Once she was out of sight, Ken called for Myrine but she shook her head,
motioning for him to go ahead of her and cover Jackie. She kept one eye on
their escape route, watching Ken disappear, and the other on the access door.
They were running out of time.
The door burst open and five heavily armed men came pouring
out, wearing black and gray camouflage and outfitted with earpieces. They each
carried the LR-300, a gas operated compact assault rifle based on the old M16
design. They were obviously very well funded. Myrine dove to the right and
Mirissa to the left. One quick, perfectly aimed shot from each and the first
two assailants were down, sporting new holes right between their eyes. Without
skipping a beat, Mirissa rushed the next gunman with a straight hand to his
throat, crushing his larynx and
didn’t know, however, that Myrine was only acting to protect her. Everything
she’d done over the last twelve years she’d done to keep Mirissa alive.
“I know you’re angry with me, and for good reason. I
really want to explain everything to you if you’ll just give me the chance.”
“Mom, there is nothing you could possibly say to…”
Mirissa stopped short when a loud explosion shook the
building. The items on the desk shook, and the sound of automatic gunfire could
be heard through the floor.
All thoughts of the reunion were immediately replaced with
defense strategy. After punching in the security code that would erase the hard
drives of every computer in the building, Myrine jumped up from her chair,
hurdled her desk, and pulled on the edge of one of the bookshelves lining the
wall. Over her shoulder, she barked orders at Ken and Jackie to secure the door
and get a situation report. Once the bookshelf was opened on its hinges, Myrine
grabbed several rifles from the alcove that was hidden behind it. Contrary to
film and television, Myrine preferred the AR10 assault rifle to the more
popular AR15. Although it had a smaller magazine, holding fewer bullets, it
more than made up for it with the much larger sized rounds. When Myrine and her
team were under attack, she wanted pure stopping power. Passing one to each of
her agents and to Mirissa, she then armed herself and got ready for the fight.
Cracking the door to her office open just enough to peek
out, she gave the all-clear sign and started out into the hallway.
“My ring!” Mirissa yelled.
Myrine ran back to her desk, retrieved the ring from the
drawer where she had put it earlier, and tossed it to her daughter. Now that
they all had their weapons, they headed down the hall to the stairwell.
In a practiced maneuver, Myrine stood to the right of the
door while Ken stood to the left. She grabbed the handle and pushed the door in
as Ken aimed his rifle at whatever might be on the other side. Still clear,
they started down the stairs, Myrine taking the lead, followed by Ken and
Jackie, with Mirissa pulling up the rear. The sound of a door slamming open
below, followed by heavy footfalls coming up toward them, made them reverse
course and start climbing. Two flights up they reached the roof access door and
exited into the bright midday sun. Myrine looked for something she could use to
barricade the door, but the only thing on the roof was an old piece of two by
four lumber, and with nothing to secure it, she quickly moved on to plan B.
Mirissa ran to the edge of the roof on the opposite side of
the access door. The next building was only about ten feet away. “We can make
it,” she called over her shoulder.
Myrine joined her as she turned around. “Mirissa, we can make that jump, but they can’t, and I won’t leave them behind. Follow me.”
They came around to the other side of the roof where Ken was
busy opening an air vent. He’d removed the cover and the fan (thank goodness it
wasn’t running) and called Jackie over to climb inside. She all but dove
through the vent access and quickly crawled through the small metal tunnel.
Once she was out of sight, Ken called for Myrine but she shook her head,
motioning for him to go ahead of her and cover Jackie. She kept one eye on
their escape route, watching Ken disappear, and the other on the access door.
They were running out of time.
The door burst open and five heavily armed men came pouring
out, wearing black and gray camouflage and outfitted with earpieces. They each
carried the LR-300, a gas operated compact assault rifle based on the old M16
design. They were obviously very well funded. Myrine dove to the right and
Mirissa to the left. One quick, perfectly aimed shot from each and the first
two assailants were down, sporting new holes right between their eyes. Without
skipping a beat, Mirissa rushed the next gunman with a straight hand to his
throat, crushing his larynx and
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