As soon as the Flynn brothers lifted their Glocks, Dan knew he was in trouble. Silence descended like a cloak of doom
.
No confusion crossed his mind... it was clear he would die in the next few seconds. In all his years of facing danger, he often wondered how he would react when faced with imminent death.
He was about to find out.
Dan lifted the table in front of him and charged, as he morphed into a one man wrecking crew. Gunshots... searing pain in Dan’s ribs stopped him, but only for a moment.
One brother collapsed under the tabletop; the other fired. Dan heard a cry behind him as he whirled around – his karate kick smashed into the gunman’s face, sending him flying across the floor. The gun slid out of reach.
Pain burned through his gut, registering in Dan’s brain but somehow he pushed the hurt away. With one brother disarmed, he turned his attention to the other. Bullets crashed through the timber tabletop. Dan wrenched the table away, and kicked the gunman in the face.
They wrestled with the gun until Dan managed to turn it inward and fire into Flynn’s chest. Dan stood with the smoking weapon in his hand. One down... the other gunman moved towards his weapon. Dan shot him in the head.
Blood saturated Dan’s shirt and dripped onto the floor. Now real pain grabbed at his bloodied stomach. A fractured rib moved.
Something warm formed in his mouth and forced him to spit... a red glob broke up on the floor. His vision blurred, blood bubbled from his mouth. He found it difficult to breathe.
He crawled to Diane, laying on the floor in an expanding pool of blood. He felt for her pulse,,, then in panic once again...and again.
Nothing... none... he was too late. He wiped at his lips, and pulled his wife to him and buried his face on her chest.
Their blood mingled as if they were destined to be together... even in death.
*****
As soon as the Flynn brothers lifted their Glocks, Dan knew he was in trouble. Silence descended like a cloak of doom
.
No confusion crossed his mind... it was clear he would die in the next few seconds. In all his years of facing danger, he often wondered how he would react when faced with imminent death.
He was about to find out.
Dan lifted the table in front of him and charged, as he morphed into a one man wrecking crew. Gunshots... searing pain in Dan’s ribs stopped him, but only for a moment.
One brother collapsed under the tabletop; the other fired. Dan heard a cry behind him as he whirled around – his karate kick smashed into the gunman’s face, sending him flying across the floor. The gun slid out of reach.
Pain burned through his gut, registering in Dan’s brain but somehow he pushed the hurt away. With one brother disarmed, he turned his attention to the other. Bullets crashed through the timber tabletop. Dan wrenched the table away, and kicked the gunman in the face.
They wrestled with the gun until Dan managed to turn it inward and fire into Flynn’s chest. Dan stood with the smoking weapon in his hand. One down... the other gunman moved towards his weapon. Dan shot him in the head.
Blood saturated Dan’s shirt and dripped onto the floor. Now real pain grabbed at his bloodied stomach. A fractured rib moved.
Something warm formed in his mouth and forced him to spit... a red glob broke up on the floor. His vision blurred, blood bubbled from his mouth. He found it difficult to breathe.
He crawled to Diane, laying on the floor in an expanding pool of blood. He felt for her pulse,,, then in panic once again...and again.
Nothing... none... he was too late. He wiped at his lips, and pulled his wife to him and buried his face on her chest.
Their blood mingled as if they were destined to be together... even in death.
*****
Murder On Display
Murder On Display
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940045119672 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | CUSTOM BOOK PUBLICATIONS |
| Publication date: | 11/27/2012 |
| Sold by: | Smashwords |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 281 KB |
| Age Range: | 18 Years |