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approximately twenty to thirty yards from the plane facing the clump of trees. Twenty to thirty yards so as not to suffer any damage from the burning wreckages, and the clump of trees were a simple psychological pull as the only safe hiding place.
Except it wasn’t.
Charlie had dug out ruts with Marshall’s knife to catch the four-by-four, whilst Marshall had knocked what was left of both wings from the side of the aircraft. He had carried them round and stacked them at odd angles against the front of the plane. To the casual eye it would look like twisted metal, but to Marshall it was enough cover for two people.
Marshall and Sarah.
Charlie had opted for the most dangerous hiding place.
He always does.
Charlie and Marshall had then dug a shallow grave, and Marshall buried Charlie in it. It was a close thing though. The four-by-four parked nearer to Charlie than they expected, and Foster had nearly stood on Charlie’s arm as he headed for the clump of trees. Once the four hostiles had passed Charlie’s hiding place, he stood up slowly and threw a stone high up into the trees to keep their attention. Then Marshall and Sarah made their way carefully to the back of the four-by-four, ready to push as hard as they could the second Charlie gunned the engine.
Which was when the logistical problems began.
Charlie would now need to kill all four hostiles in one go. Anything less would leave Sarah and Marshall as sitting ducks. Even Charlie said it would be a long shot.
It hadn’t paid off.
But Marshall realises he is now looking down the barrel of a Beretta-92, and has about two seconds to think of something. He shoves Sarah hard to the left, and falls to the right just as a bullet passes between them into the space where he was half a second earlier.
A lucky move, but that’s it; he’s out of options.
But then he looks up to see the gun swinging back towards him, just as Charlie reverses the four-by-four into Foster’s back. Marshall watches him disappear beneath the large suspension.
‘Get in now!’ Charlie shouts from the open driver’s door.
Marshall runs to meet the four-by-four and collects the fallen Berretta on the way.
The dead guy won’t need it any more.
He glances around to see Sarah standing immobile six feet away. He is about to shout at her to move when he realises she isn’t shell-shocked. She is looking at something specific. Something Marshall can’t see because of the four-by-four.
The female hostile he guesses.
He fires a shot into the air to buy Sarah another second to live, and to alert Charlie.
Or so he hopes.
Charlie notices and stamps on the accelerator, sending the four-by-four surging forwards. He swings the wheel left and aims for the woman, Quinn. She drops the gun to her side and stands stock still until the four-by-four is almost on top of her. Then, as the bonnet gets within a few inches, she vaults upwards. As her feet land back on the bonnet, she jumps again and clears the vehicle completely. She lands perfectly behind the four-by-four and stares into Marshall’s eyes.
Despite the situation, Marshall is impressed.
But he still shoots her with a triple-tap. Two shots to the chest, a single shot to the head.
Before Quinn’s body has fully settled, Marshall grabs Sarah and bundles her into the four-by-four. Charlie collects three of the four Berretta-92’s and tosses them into the boot. The fourth has been under the wheels of the four-by-four twice by now and is unusable.
Marshall lies Sarah down in the back as Charlie hops into the passenger seat.
‘Let’s go,’ he calls.
Marshall climbs into the driver’s side and wonders where the hell they are going to go. They can’t return to the house, and he doesn’t know the area. He flips open his sleeve cover and powers up the GPS unit. It takes a second or two before the screen lights up, and then he searches for three minutes before finding what he is looking for: a military base, 500 km due south. He starts
Except it wasn’t.
Charlie had dug out ruts with Marshall’s knife to catch the four-by-four, whilst Marshall had knocked what was left of both wings from the side of the aircraft. He had carried them round and stacked them at odd angles against the front of the plane. To the casual eye it would look like twisted metal, but to Marshall it was enough cover for two people.
Marshall and Sarah.
Charlie had opted for the most dangerous hiding place.
He always does.
Charlie and Marshall had then dug a shallow grave, and Marshall buried Charlie in it. It was a close thing though. The four-by-four parked nearer to Charlie than they expected, and Foster had nearly stood on Charlie’s arm as he headed for the clump of trees. Once the four hostiles had passed Charlie’s hiding place, he stood up slowly and threw a stone high up into the trees to keep their attention. Then Marshall and Sarah made their way carefully to the back of the four-by-four, ready to push as hard as they could the second Charlie gunned the engine.
Which was when the logistical problems began.
Charlie would now need to kill all four hostiles in one go. Anything less would leave Sarah and Marshall as sitting ducks. Even Charlie said it would be a long shot.
It hadn’t paid off.
But Marshall realises he is now looking down the barrel of a Beretta-92, and has about two seconds to think of something. He shoves Sarah hard to the left, and falls to the right just as a bullet passes between them into the space where he was half a second earlier.
A lucky move, but that’s it; he’s out of options.
But then he looks up to see the gun swinging back towards him, just as Charlie reverses the four-by-four into Foster’s back. Marshall watches him disappear beneath the large suspension.
‘Get in now!’ Charlie shouts from the open driver’s door.
Marshall runs to meet the four-by-four and collects the fallen Berretta on the way.
The dead guy won’t need it any more.
He glances around to see Sarah standing immobile six feet away. He is about to shout at her to move when he realises she isn’t shell-shocked. She is looking at something specific. Something Marshall can’t see because of the four-by-four.
The female hostile he guesses.
He fires a shot into the air to buy Sarah another second to live, and to alert Charlie.
Or so he hopes.
Charlie notices and stamps on the accelerator, sending the four-by-four surging forwards. He swings the wheel left and aims for the woman, Quinn. She drops the gun to her side and stands stock still until the four-by-four is almost on top of her. Then, as the bonnet gets within a few inches, she vaults upwards. As her feet land back on the bonnet, she jumps again and clears the vehicle completely. She lands perfectly behind the four-by-four and stares into Marshall’s eyes.
Despite the situation, Marshall is impressed.
But he still shoots her with a triple-tap. Two shots to the chest, a single shot to the head.
Before Quinn’s body has fully settled, Marshall grabs Sarah and bundles her into the four-by-four. Charlie collects three of the four Berretta-92’s and tosses them into the boot. The fourth has been under the wheels of the four-by-four twice by now and is unusable.
Marshall lies Sarah down in the back as Charlie hops into the passenger seat.
‘Let’s go,’ he calls.
Marshall climbs into the driver’s side and wonders where the hell they are going to go. They can’t return to the house, and he doesn’t know the area. He flips open his sleeve cover and powers up the GPS unit. It takes a second or two before the screen lights up, and then he searches for three minutes before finding what he is looking for: a military base, 500 km due south. He starts
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