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his SIG around, but Schultz was able to stop the advance with his left forearm at the same time he brought the blade up under the left side of Don’s ribcage, plunging the knife to the hilt and twisting it violently. Both of them fell to the ground, the gun skidding across the hardwood floor.
“Breathe slow,” Schultz instructed, drawing the sharp knife out of Don’s body. His lung had been perforated, but it was a hell of a lot better than his heart. Schultz had purposefully disabled the man to prevent him from doing more harm than necessary. It had never been Schultz’s intentions to kill Don. All that he’d wanted to do was stall for time and it was his own fault for letting this situation escalate. “You’re going to be fine. Julia, are you hit? Are you okay?”
Schultz put pressure on Don’s wound, trying to minimize the blood flow while glancing over his shoulder to see the damage done. Don’s return fire had gone through the bedroom door, although Julia was now standing in the doorway with her arm at her side holding her Beretta. The sight of her standing there in one piece was more than a relief. Their eyes met and she nodded her answer. They’d have a talk about her not following instructions at a later time. Right now they needed to make sure that Don made it until the medics arrived.
“Grab a clean towel and the phone,” Schultz instructed, wanting emergency personnel here as soon as possible. Time was of the essence. “Call 911 and—”
The door swung open to reveal Jon with additional backup. All of the men and women had their weapons drawn, taking in the situation in front of them. One by one, they lowered their weapons after seeing that the threat had been subdued. Jon must have notified Schultz’s office because the majority of the agents behind him were senior Secret Service agents.
“Schultzy, you always have to be the one to clean house, don’t you? You never could complete the task at hand without getting your hands wet,” Jon said with a shake of his head, holstering his weapon. The apartment was suddenly overtaken with agents and Julia managed to dodge most of them as she came through the room with a couple of towels. An agent asked for her weapon and she handed it over before she sank to her knees, gently placing the towel underneath Schultz’s hands where he was putting pressure on Don’s wound. She then did the same with the bloodstain on the agent’s shoulder. Her first shot must have connected, but the man’s adrenaline prevented the .40 caliber Smith & Wesson bullet from stopping him. “We need medics!”
“Don, you’re going to be fine,” Julia said softly, never taking her gaze away from the man’s face. Schultz admired her strength and compassion, knowing that most people would have allowed others to tend to a man who’d committed such heinous acts. “I know it hurts to breathe, but the paramedics will be here shortly. They’ll get you to the hospital and get you some oxygen.”
“Braeden and Emmett?” Schultz asked, looking up at Jon who’d stepped away from the coordination a lead agent had taken of the Secret Service. “Are they all right?”
“Yes, although they’re quite out of it from the sedatives that Don had put into their coffees. Don apparently put enough drugs in the cups to keep them incapacitated while he tried to pull off this little heist of his. All this over money? Here I thought that maybe you were the target of a foreign intelligence agency. Don’t your agents get psych evals every quarter to keep this kind of shit from happening?”
Schultz wasn’t going to get into the ins and outs of the Secret Service vetting programs with Jon; however, he thought he might just take a look at it himself. Maybe it was time for the Inspector General to verify that the Agency’s procedures were being comprehensively followed. He nodded at what Jon was implying, because he had the right idea. The system wasn’t foolproof and Don Mercury stood
“Breathe slow,” Schultz instructed, drawing the sharp knife out of Don’s body. His lung had been perforated, but it was a hell of a lot better than his heart. Schultz had purposefully disabled the man to prevent him from doing more harm than necessary. It had never been Schultz’s intentions to kill Don. All that he’d wanted to do was stall for time and it was his own fault for letting this situation escalate. “You’re going to be fine. Julia, are you hit? Are you okay?”
Schultz put pressure on Don’s wound, trying to minimize the blood flow while glancing over his shoulder to see the damage done. Don’s return fire had gone through the bedroom door, although Julia was now standing in the doorway with her arm at her side holding her Beretta. The sight of her standing there in one piece was more than a relief. Their eyes met and she nodded her answer. They’d have a talk about her not following instructions at a later time. Right now they needed to make sure that Don made it until the medics arrived.
“Grab a clean towel and the phone,” Schultz instructed, wanting emergency personnel here as soon as possible. Time was of the essence. “Call 911 and—”
The door swung open to reveal Jon with additional backup. All of the men and women had their weapons drawn, taking in the situation in front of them. One by one, they lowered their weapons after seeing that the threat had been subdued. Jon must have notified Schultz’s office because the majority of the agents behind him were senior Secret Service agents.
“Schultzy, you always have to be the one to clean house, don’t you? You never could complete the task at hand without getting your hands wet,” Jon said with a shake of his head, holstering his weapon. The apartment was suddenly overtaken with agents and Julia managed to dodge most of them as she came through the room with a couple of towels. An agent asked for her weapon and she handed it over before she sank to her knees, gently placing the towel underneath Schultz’s hands where he was putting pressure on Don’s wound. She then did the same with the bloodstain on the agent’s shoulder. Her first shot must have connected, but the man’s adrenaline prevented the .40 caliber Smith & Wesson bullet from stopping him. “We need medics!”
“Don, you’re going to be fine,” Julia said softly, never taking her gaze away from the man’s face. Schultz admired her strength and compassion, knowing that most people would have allowed others to tend to a man who’d committed such heinous acts. “I know it hurts to breathe, but the paramedics will be here shortly. They’ll get you to the hospital and get you some oxygen.”
“Braeden and Emmett?” Schultz asked, looking up at Jon who’d stepped away from the coordination a lead agent had taken of the Secret Service. “Are they all right?”
“Yes, although they’re quite out of it from the sedatives that Don had put into their coffees. Don apparently put enough drugs in the cups to keep them incapacitated while he tried to pull off this little heist of his. All this over money? Here I thought that maybe you were the target of a foreign intelligence agency. Don’t your agents get psych evals every quarter to keep this kind of shit from happening?”
Schultz wasn’t going to get into the ins and outs of the Secret Service vetting programs with Jon; however, he thought he might just take a look at it himself. Maybe it was time for the Inspector General to verify that the Agency’s procedures were being comprehensively followed. He nodded at what Jon was implying, because he had the right idea. The system wasn’t foolproof and Don Mercury stood
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