Read Online Texas Tango: A Flint Rock Novel by Glenn Smith - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Glenn Smith
Ads: Link
clip where it goes into the rifle, squeezed off one shot. The resulting indentation in the metal side of the magazine stopped bullets from moving up to feed into the chamber. The AK-47 jammed and spun out of its owner's hands.
A second assailant ran into the house, firing randomly as bullets ricocheted nonstop. One of them dropped the first rifleman, hitting him in the stomach. Another round, almost spent from glancing off of a light fixture, stuck Murphy in the shoulder.
Flint put the red dot in the same place on the second shooter's gun and fired. The round bent the top of the magazine, blocked any more cartridges from loading. Sudden silence. Gina raised her hand. The pop from her tiny .25 caliber semi automatic was laughable by contrast with the assault rifles' thundering. But the second shooter wasn't laughing because he was on the floor in a tiny pool of blood, not breathing. Gina's little slug had hit him in the forehead. His colleague wasn't laughing either. He was writhing, clutching at his stomach. Gina identified them as two of the three members of the hit squad.
Ava moved to Mary, improvised a tourniquet from her own silk scarf, asked Gina for clean water and cloth or sponges and a sewing kit. She got the bleeding in Mary's upper arm stopped efficiently. Gina brought water and two sponges still new in their wrappers. She disappeared, shortly came back with a hand sewing kit that had an assortment of needle sizes. Included with the threads she brought was some thin nylon for sewing skirt and pant leg hems.
Ava cleaned the wound gently, threaded a small curved needle with nylon thread, sutured the nick in Mary’s artery. All the while Ava talked nonstop to Mary, using something professional hypnotists call the Dave Elman induction. Trance was induced in less than two minutes. By twenty minutes after the shooting stopped, Ava had finished her emergency repairs and she had Mary in a deep trance. Ava kept repeating soothing suggestions for deep relaxation and healing. Gina cut a four inch wide strip from a clean, cotton sheet which Ava wrapped around Mary’s injured arm.
Meanwhile Flint had scouted the grounds, finding Gina's gate keeper dead where he stopped a burst of automatic rifle fire. Gina located her cook, terrified but physically unhurt, shaking and crying in the wine cellar.
Ava moved her attention to Murphy whose broken leg was hurting. His shoulder wound needed attention, but the bleeding was not life threatening. Flint and Ava helped him back onto the gurney and adjusted him for comfort.
“A surgeon is needed to sew Mary’s injury with a dissolving medical suture," Ava said to Gina. “Also, Murphy needs the bullet removed from his shoulder.”
Gina spoke in rapid Italian to her cook. The cook left, running. Ava told Flint and Murphy that a trustworthy friend of Gina's was a surgeon and that he would come as fast as the cook could fetch him. Meanwhile Ava asked Murphy if he would like some hypnotic help with pain relief and rapid healing.
"Why not," he replied. Ava could see by his dilated eyes that he was already going into trance from listening to her hypnotize Mary. So she performed an instant induction and soon had Murphy breathing easily and deeply. She used the trance to stop the bleeding in Murphy's shoulder and she got rid of the pain.
The cook arrived back with Gina's friend, the surgeon. He found the two automatic rifle shooters both dead. Flint assumed that the third member of the assassination squad had killed the gate guard and then escaped.
While the surgeon—and a nurse he brought with him—worked on Murphy, Flint talked quickly to Ava. He knew police would arrive momentarily. Even Gina would not be able to prevent that. Not relishing a day or two of repetitive grilling, he suggested a plan. Ava agreed, made
A second assailant ran into the house, firing randomly as bullets ricocheted nonstop. One of them dropped the first rifleman, hitting him in the stomach. Another round, almost spent from glancing off of a light fixture, stuck Murphy in the shoulder.
Flint put the red dot in the same place on the second shooter's gun and fired. The round bent the top of the magazine, blocked any more cartridges from loading. Sudden silence. Gina raised her hand. The pop from her tiny .25 caliber semi automatic was laughable by contrast with the assault rifles' thundering. But the second shooter wasn't laughing because he was on the floor in a tiny pool of blood, not breathing. Gina's little slug had hit him in the forehead. His colleague wasn't laughing either. He was writhing, clutching at his stomach. Gina identified them as two of the three members of the hit squad.
Ava moved to Mary, improvised a tourniquet from her own silk scarf, asked Gina for clean water and cloth or sponges and a sewing kit. She got the bleeding in Mary's upper arm stopped efficiently. Gina brought water and two sponges still new in their wrappers. She disappeared, shortly came back with a hand sewing kit that had an assortment of needle sizes. Included with the threads she brought was some thin nylon for sewing skirt and pant leg hems.
Ava cleaned the wound gently, threaded a small curved needle with nylon thread, sutured the nick in Mary’s artery. All the while Ava talked nonstop to Mary, using something professional hypnotists call the Dave Elman induction. Trance was induced in less than two minutes. By twenty minutes after the shooting stopped, Ava had finished her emergency repairs and she had Mary in a deep trance. Ava kept repeating soothing suggestions for deep relaxation and healing. Gina cut a four inch wide strip from a clean, cotton sheet which Ava wrapped around Mary’s injured arm.
Meanwhile Flint had scouted the grounds, finding Gina's gate keeper dead where he stopped a burst of automatic rifle fire. Gina located her cook, terrified but physically unhurt, shaking and crying in the wine cellar.
Ava moved her attention to Murphy whose broken leg was hurting. His shoulder wound needed attention, but the bleeding was not life threatening. Flint and Ava helped him back onto the gurney and adjusted him for comfort.
“A surgeon is needed to sew Mary’s injury with a dissolving medical suture," Ava said to Gina. “Also, Murphy needs the bullet removed from his shoulder.”
Gina spoke in rapid Italian to her cook. The cook left, running. Ava told Flint and Murphy that a trustworthy friend of Gina's was a surgeon and that he would come as fast as the cook could fetch him. Meanwhile Ava asked Murphy if he would like some hypnotic help with pain relief and rapid healing.
"Why not," he replied. Ava could see by his dilated eyes that he was already going into trance from listening to her hypnotize Mary. So she performed an instant induction and soon had Murphy breathing easily and deeply. She used the trance to stop the bleeding in Murphy's shoulder and she got rid of the pain.
The cook arrived back with Gina's friend, the surgeon. He found the two automatic rifle shooters both dead. Flint assumed that the third member of the assassination squad had killed the gate guard and then escaped.
While the surgeon—and a nurse he brought with him—worked on Murphy, Flint talked quickly to Ava. He knew police would arrive momentarily. Even Gina would not be able to prevent that. Not relishing a day or two of repetitive grilling, he suggested a plan. Ava agreed, made
Similar Books
