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Authors: L.T. Ryan
Tags: Mystery & Thrillers
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told.
The fifth man joined the first and they interrogated the bankers under their desks and hidden in their offices until they found one who would lead them to the safe.
Bear turned his attention to the old man bleeding on the floor. Mr. Jones stared beyond Bear. His eyes focused on something not of this world. Bear felt the old man’s neck for a pulse. He found it, but it had become thready and uneven and weak. The old man’s breaths were shallow and the time between each grew further and further apart. A trickle of blood ran from the side of his mouth and down his cheek toward the floor.
“Mr. Jones,” Bear said.
The old man’s eyes widened and focused on Bear. He brought his thin hand up in front of his chest. Bear reached out and grabbed the old man’s papery white hand. Mr. Jones squeezed tightly. His lips moved and gasps escaped his mouth. Then he became still. His head fell slightly to the left and his unfocused eyes stared at nothing.
The masked man at the door started yelling.
Bear looked up. Rage flooded his body. He stood and started toward the man at the door.
The man aimed his gun at Bear and yelled even louder using words that Bear couldn’t decipher.
Bear stopped.
Outside the bank, a cop car pulled up and three more weren’t far behind. The man at the door turned. Bear knew that was his opportunity. He dropped a few inches and kicked one foot back. Ready to charge. But before he could take a step, he felt jarring blow to the head. He dropped to one knee. Another blow met his head with a thud. He fell forward.
“Grab the girl,” a man said from behind him.
Bear pushed up to his hands and knees. Reached for Mandy. Couldn’t get to her in time. One of the masked men scooped her up.
“Bear,” she screamed.
Bear forced himself to his feet and stumbled after her and the man carrying her over his shoulder. She reached for Bear. Screamed his name. Her small hand grabbed and clutched at the air.
Bear took three steps.
A masked man jumped in front of him and smashed the butt of his assault rifle into Bear’s forehead.
Bear stepped back. Lost his balance. Regained it.
The man hit him in the stomach.
Bear bent over. Then he felt another blow to the back of his head. And then another.
He collapsed to the ground.
Shots rang out. Single shots from the police. Bursts of fire from the bank robbers. Grunts and groans of men being shot and dying filled the air after the firing ended.
Bear lifted his head and saw Mandy’s blond hair blowing in the wind as she was pulled inside a waiting car. The door slammed shut and the car drove off. The edges of his vision darkened. He fought against the swelling in his brain. He clawed at the ground. He almost made it to his elbows. Then he went unconscious.
12
“Jack,” Jasmine shouted from behind him. “Watch out.”
It took a moment for the four men at the table to realize what had just happened. Between the cards on the table and the music blaring in the background it was easy to see why they didn’t answer the door. They never heard Jack knocking. But it didn’t take them long to assess Jack as a threat as he stood there next to their unhinged door, aiming a gun at them.
One of the men rose from his chair and pulled out his pistol.
Jack fired off a round. The bullet hit one of the seated men with a thud. Jack didn’t see who. He was too busy diving to the right and out of the armed man’s line of fire. Jack crawled a few feet and pressed against the wall on the other side of the staircase. He checked through the open doorway and saw that Jasmine had moved out of sight.
The sounds of the men shuffling on the other side of the house died down. Jack hoped that Jasmine secured the rear of the house. Maybe he should have waited to burst in. Maybe she should have given him a bit more information. He had no idea what they would find here or if someone was placed into danger by them knocking on the door.
He looked around the room, making sure
The fifth man joined the first and they interrogated the bankers under their desks and hidden in their offices until they found one who would lead them to the safe.
Bear turned his attention to the old man bleeding on the floor. Mr. Jones stared beyond Bear. His eyes focused on something not of this world. Bear felt the old man’s neck for a pulse. He found it, but it had become thready and uneven and weak. The old man’s breaths were shallow and the time between each grew further and further apart. A trickle of blood ran from the side of his mouth and down his cheek toward the floor.
“Mr. Jones,” Bear said.
The old man’s eyes widened and focused on Bear. He brought his thin hand up in front of his chest. Bear reached out and grabbed the old man’s papery white hand. Mr. Jones squeezed tightly. His lips moved and gasps escaped his mouth. Then he became still. His head fell slightly to the left and his unfocused eyes stared at nothing.
The masked man at the door started yelling.
Bear looked up. Rage flooded his body. He stood and started toward the man at the door.
The man aimed his gun at Bear and yelled even louder using words that Bear couldn’t decipher.
Bear stopped.
Outside the bank, a cop car pulled up and three more weren’t far behind. The man at the door turned. Bear knew that was his opportunity. He dropped a few inches and kicked one foot back. Ready to charge. But before he could take a step, he felt jarring blow to the head. He dropped to one knee. Another blow met his head with a thud. He fell forward.
“Grab the girl,” a man said from behind him.
Bear pushed up to his hands and knees. Reached for Mandy. Couldn’t get to her in time. One of the masked men scooped her up.
“Bear,” she screamed.
Bear forced himself to his feet and stumbled after her and the man carrying her over his shoulder. She reached for Bear. Screamed his name. Her small hand grabbed and clutched at the air.
Bear took three steps.
A masked man jumped in front of him and smashed the butt of his assault rifle into Bear’s forehead.
Bear stepped back. Lost his balance. Regained it.
The man hit him in the stomach.
Bear bent over. Then he felt another blow to the back of his head. And then another.
He collapsed to the ground.
Shots rang out. Single shots from the police. Bursts of fire from the bank robbers. Grunts and groans of men being shot and dying filled the air after the firing ended.
Bear lifted his head and saw Mandy’s blond hair blowing in the wind as she was pulled inside a waiting car. The door slammed shut and the car drove off. The edges of his vision darkened. He fought against the swelling in his brain. He clawed at the ground. He almost made it to his elbows. Then he went unconscious.
12
“Jack,” Jasmine shouted from behind him. “Watch out.”
It took a moment for the four men at the table to realize what had just happened. Between the cards on the table and the music blaring in the background it was easy to see why they didn’t answer the door. They never heard Jack knocking. But it didn’t take them long to assess Jack as a threat as he stood there next to their unhinged door, aiming a gun at them.
One of the men rose from his chair and pulled out his pistol.
Jack fired off a round. The bullet hit one of the seated men with a thud. Jack didn’t see who. He was too busy diving to the right and out of the armed man’s line of fire. Jack crawled a few feet and pressed against the wall on the other side of the staircase. He checked through the open doorway and saw that Jasmine had moved out of sight.
The sounds of the men shuffling on the other side of the house died down. Jack hoped that Jasmine secured the rear of the house. Maybe he should have waited to burst in. Maybe she should have given him a bit more information. He had no idea what they would find here or if someone was placed into danger by them knocking on the door.
He looked around the room, making sure
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