Page 42 of Blackstone's Heart
“I feel it too, something’s not right. Come on, let’s boogie.” He agreed.
***
He lay in the prone position, his rifle raised and ready to take aim. He kept his sight trained on the door of the building. He had almost fired when he had seen that Marine walk out alone, but made himself refuse the shot. He had a plan and he need to stick to it.
He needed Kris to understand that he was always watching and that she was his and no one would stand in the way of them being together. Taking several slow breaths, he focused once more on the doors. Any moment now they should be coming out and then he would make his move.
***
She slammed the box closed, tucking the mail into the messenger bag she carried and followed Grant. He had just opened her door at the truck when he let out a grunt a second before slamming into the door frame of the truck. "Grant! Oh my god, what happened!"
"I'm hit." He hissed, clutching his side. "Get out of here...get to...Ethan."
"I'm not leaving you." She stated as she looped his arm around her shoulders.
Grant let out a moan of pain as she helped him into the passenger side. She searched his pockets and found the keys. Tossing the messenger bag onto the seat next to him, she closed the door and slipped her hand into her jacket flipping open her holster. Before she could take two steps she heard the bullet hit the sidewalk to her right.
People started panicking as the report of the gunshot registered. Drawing her own pistol, Krista dove behind the hood of the truck. Another shot rang out, followed by another. Gritting her teeth, she listened. The shots were coming from one of the taller buildings across from where Grant had parked. Taking a chance, she darted around the hood and threw herself into the driver's seat as a bullet hit the bed of the truck.
"Fuck! Drive Krista!" Grant yelled as another shot echoed and impacting the bed of the truck.
Krista started the truck and peeled out of the parking lot. She could hear a few more shots ringing out, heard the sound of them impacting the truck, the back windshield shattering from a round, people screaming but all she cared about was getting her and Grant out of there alive. "How bad are you hit?"
"Flesh wound." He hissed as he was thrown into the door as Krista turned the corner sharply, cutting off a minivan and a Prius.
"Do you need a hospital?" She asked, whipping onto highway 183.
"No, don't think so. Just get us to Blackout in one piece." He said, his breathing sounding labored.
***
Ethan charged through the doors as Krista slammed on the brakes. She was out and rushing to the passenger side before he could reach her. "What happened? You alright?"
"I'm fine Ethan. Grant was hit. He's holding his left side. The fucker was waiting for us outside the store. I counted about six shots. I didn't hear the one that hit Grant." Krista gritted as she and Ethan helped Grant from the truck.
"Fuck me that hurts." Grant moaned.
"Let's get him inside." Ethan said.
Krista grabbed her bag then helped Ethan get Grant into the building. Lance was waiting for them in a small room that looked like an infirmary. Once Krista and Ethan got Grant onto the exam table, Lance went to work. Krista hugged herself as Grant's shirt was cut off. On his left side there was a gunshot wound and a lot of blood.
"Looks like it just grazed ya." Lance commented.
"Yeah well still hurts like a bitch." Grant hissed as Lance cleaned the area.
"Is he going to be alright?" Krista asked worriedly.
"Oh yeah, he'll be fine Krista." Lance said to her. "This bastard has had worse than a little flesh wound."
"Fuck you Hawkeye." Grant chuckled then cursed. "Don't make me laugh. It hurts."
Frowning again, Lance started poking some more and almost got decked for his troubles when he pressed down in the area of Grant's ribs. "What did you hit after you were shot?"
"I...don't…fucking know." Grant growled.
"He hit to door frame on the passenger side after he was hit." Krista answered and she moved to Grant and soothingly stroked his forehead. “I didn’t help matters when I took a sharp turn and he hit the inside of the door.”
"Looks like you got a bruised rib or two. Not surprising since your truck is a dammed tank practically. Any idea what he was shooting?" Lance looked up at Krista.
