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thought it would be.
The cop slapped the bullhorn out of my hand and it fell to the road, clattering along for several feet.
“What the hell’s going on?” he asked, pushing his gun into my face. “‘Safe as the lake,’ what’s that bullshit? Is that some sort of code?”
I kicked my brain into high gear and only I hoped I could pull off the bullshit I was about to sell. “Yes, it is,” I said. “You obviously see that the truck is an Army vehicle. Those lights you see, those are trained snipers. I have twenty men and a couple women. We are all hardened soldiers from Fort Hood. The word is out about you and your men rousting people coming into your town. We have been sent to end that.”
His eyes got wide and he looked back and forth from me to the truck a couple times.
“You’re bullshitting me,” he said narrowing his eyes to slits.
“You can try me and get shot. You and all your men. I would imagine my snipers have their night scopes trained on each one of your men right now.”
I heard a shuffling of feet around me and saw a couple men shifting uncomfortably and swiveling their heads around in an attempt to see any snipers. One of the men ducked down and got behind the front fender of his truck looking a little less cocky that he had just a few seconds ago.
I knew I could only string this ruse out a few more seconds before my house of bullshit collapsed on itself. Luck and stupidity had given me a few extra seconds but it couldn’t last. Or could it?
A gunshot sounded off in the scrub to our left. Every man around me jumped about three feet in the air. The ones still standing ducked down and got behind their vehicles.
I stood my ground, puffing out my chest in a show of false bravado. “That was a warning shot,” I said. “The next one’s through your head.”
The cop looked to me and back toward the truck and then back to me. “This is a con,” he said
“You can think that all you want when the top your head if lying in the road,” I said, crossing my arms.
“I thought you said you were a U.S. Marshall?” he asked, as scratched at the side of his face.
I knew I shouldn’t have thrown that card out. I considered saying that I was using that as a cover, but bullshit works best when you spread it thin and mine was getting thicker by the minute.
The truth of the matter was that if something didn’t happen fast, this slow witted fool was going to start seeing through my thin veil of crap and I was going to end up being very dead.
Maybe she was reading my mind, but the truck roared to life and I let out a sigh. I knew then at least they’d get away. I’d be dead, but I’d have the satisfaction knowing they were safe.
“What the hell are you smiling about?” the cop asked.
“Oh, nothing,” I said.
That’s where things changed from the direction I thought they were going. Joni didn’t follow the plan. She started the truck forward and it started picking up speed with every second.
Another shot sounded off from the left and this time a bullet slammed into the side of one of the trucks at the roadblock.
A couple of the guys looked like they were getting ready to crap their pants as they hugged tighter to their trucks taking cover, but the cop held steady.
“You tell your people to stand down or else I’ll shoot you,” he said, much of the confidence he displayed had evaporated. His head jerked back and forth between me and the truck that was quickly approaching the roadblock.
“It’s too late for that,” I said. I fully expected him to shoot me, but one his men broke from his position at the front of roadblock and took off at a run heading away from the on-coming truck while looking over his shoulder at his oncoming doom. In a panic, he collided with the cop knocking both of them to the ground. There were still two guys behind me ready to gun me down, but they were watching the truck. I used that distraction to fall directly down onto my butt and reached for my ankle holster. I had to be
The cop slapped the bullhorn out of my hand and it fell to the road, clattering along for several feet.
“What the hell’s going on?” he asked, pushing his gun into my face. “‘Safe as the lake,’ what’s that bullshit? Is that some sort of code?”
I kicked my brain into high gear and only I hoped I could pull off the bullshit I was about to sell. “Yes, it is,” I said. “You obviously see that the truck is an Army vehicle. Those lights you see, those are trained snipers. I have twenty men and a couple women. We are all hardened soldiers from Fort Hood. The word is out about you and your men rousting people coming into your town. We have been sent to end that.”
His eyes got wide and he looked back and forth from me to the truck a couple times.
“You’re bullshitting me,” he said narrowing his eyes to slits.
“You can try me and get shot. You and all your men. I would imagine my snipers have their night scopes trained on each one of your men right now.”
I heard a shuffling of feet around me and saw a couple men shifting uncomfortably and swiveling their heads around in an attempt to see any snipers. One of the men ducked down and got behind the front fender of his truck looking a little less cocky that he had just a few seconds ago.
I knew I could only string this ruse out a few more seconds before my house of bullshit collapsed on itself. Luck and stupidity had given me a few extra seconds but it couldn’t last. Or could it?
A gunshot sounded off in the scrub to our left. Every man around me jumped about three feet in the air. The ones still standing ducked down and got behind their vehicles.
I stood my ground, puffing out my chest in a show of false bravado. “That was a warning shot,” I said. “The next one’s through your head.”
The cop looked to me and back toward the truck and then back to me. “This is a con,” he said
“You can think that all you want when the top your head if lying in the road,” I said, crossing my arms.
“I thought you said you were a U.S. Marshall?” he asked, as scratched at the side of his face.
I knew I shouldn’t have thrown that card out. I considered saying that I was using that as a cover, but bullshit works best when you spread it thin and mine was getting thicker by the minute.
The truth of the matter was that if something didn’t happen fast, this slow witted fool was going to start seeing through my thin veil of crap and I was going to end up being very dead.
Maybe she was reading my mind, but the truck roared to life and I let out a sigh. I knew then at least they’d get away. I’d be dead, but I’d have the satisfaction knowing they were safe.
“What the hell are you smiling about?” the cop asked.
“Oh, nothing,” I said.
That’s where things changed from the direction I thought they were going. Joni didn’t follow the plan. She started the truck forward and it started picking up speed with every second.
Another shot sounded off from the left and this time a bullet slammed into the side of one of the trucks at the roadblock.
A couple of the guys looked like they were getting ready to crap their pants as they hugged tighter to their trucks taking cover, but the cop held steady.
“You tell your people to stand down or else I’ll shoot you,” he said, much of the confidence he displayed had evaporated. His head jerked back and forth between me and the truck that was quickly approaching the roadblock.
“It’s too late for that,” I said. I fully expected him to shoot me, but one his men broke from his position at the front of roadblock and took off at a run heading away from the on-coming truck while looking over his shoulder at his oncoming doom. In a panic, he collided with the cop knocking both of them to the ground. There were still two guys behind me ready to gun me down, but they were watching the truck. I used that distraction to fall directly down onto my butt and reached for my ankle holster. I had to be
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