Page 147 of Near Miss

“I think so,” Carly said, annoyed.

“Barrington, I’ll give you to the count of three,” Sarge yelled.

“You can worry about it later,” Stone whispered to Carly. “For now, just shoot at anything that moves.”

“One,” the Sarge bellowed. “Two.”

Teddy Fay was halfway across the body-strewn ballroom when he heard the Sarge yell, “Barrington, I’ll give you to the count of three.”

Teddy reached the door as the Sarge yelled, “One,” and pushed it open as Sarge yelled, “Two!”

There were five of the Sarge’s men spread out in front of him, heading into a deserted restaurant. Closer, to Teddy’s left, was the Corporal, and ten feet beyond him, the Sarge.

The Corporal had twisted around as the door opened, and had started to raise his gun, but lowered it when he realized it was someone he knew.

“Dial, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked.

Teddy answered by putting a bullet through the man’s forehead. He sent another shot toward the Sarge, but the Sarge had excellent reflexes and dove for cover the second Teddy had raised his weapon.

The other men, whose backs had been to him, were not quite as quick. Teddy fired five more shots. Three of the men went down, two of them permanently, while a fourth staggered out of sight, his left shoulder useless. The fifth was the only one other than the Sarge to get away cleanly.

Teddy slid behind a drink station just as the Sarge opened fire on him. The bullets dinged off an expresso machine and ripped through the cabinet sending shards of wood and plastic raining down on Teddy’s back.

As he scooted to the far end and peered around, he put a fresh magazine into his gun. He could see the man with the shoulder wound crouched behind a table that had been tipped on its side. The man was sweeping his gun back and forth, but he’d lost his goggles, so his vision was limited.

Teddy pulled his trigger, ending the man’s misery.

Stone and Carly ducked down as the gunfight broke out at the other end of the deck.

When Stone realized no bullets were flying their way, he whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

With Carly on his heels, he edged out from behind the bar in a crouch, intending to head straight to the exit. But he’d taken only one step in that direction when the lights flickered back on.

Stone squinted from the sudden brightness. At the same time, he heard a grunt coming from just to his right, and the clatter of something hard hitting the ground.

Stone had just enough time to realize it was a man dressed in all black before Carly shoved him onto his hands and knees. Above him, her gun roared.

The man in black spun against a table, then fell to the deck, next to the set of goggles he’d thrown off when the lights came on.

Stone looked at Carly, who was crouched over him, her gun still pointing at the now dead man.

“Thanks,” he said.

“You’re welcome.”

Heavy footsteps approached from somewhere behind them. Stone looked past Carly just in time to see a large man sprint out from behind a table. From the angry snarl on his face, Stone had no doubt of the man’s identity.

As the Sarge brought up his weapon, Stone shoved Carly out of the way and twisted his pistol around. With no time to aim, he pulled the trigger the moment he thought the barrel was pointed in the right direction.

The Sarge’s snarl slipped, and his brow knit in confusion. A moment later, blood began flowing out of a wound on the side of his neck, while at the same time, a bloom of red appeared on his shirt in the center of his chest.

He dropped to his knees and tried to speak, but the onlything that came out of his mouth was more blood. He then fell onto the floor.

Stone was about to push to his feet when another person appeared near the Sarge. He was dressed in the same black outfit the Sarge was wearing, but his gun was pointed not at Stone and Carly but at the dead man.

He kicked the body, and when it didn’t move, he looked at Stone. “Are you guys all right?” the man who didn’t look like Teddy Fay asked in Teddy Fay’s voice.

“I am,” Stone said. “Carly?”

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