Missions of the Retrieval Team - A Kilt By Any Other Name

[Livingston]

Scene 38

A road in South Carolina
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I yelled to Greg. “Secure the driver.”

Greg raised his rifle to shoot the driver, but I managed to slap down the barrel.

“I said secure him!” I yelled at him.

Greg glared at me defiantly; I glared back at him. Then he lowered his rifle and pulled out the duct tape we had brought along.

Sorry Dave. In the heat of battle you know. That and one too many headwounds.

[davedove]

Scene 39

A road in South Carolina

Greg came barreling down the steps of the bus.

“Everyone, escape plan now!” I ordered.

Greg and Julie started for their car as the rest of us ran for the van.

Before Greg and Julie could get to their car, the police reinforcement opened fire on them. Bullets hit all around their car, striking it multiple times. Two tires were hit and sagged flat.

“In the van,” I yelled to them and waved them in my direction.

Greg shoved Julie towards us and turned to cover their escape. He fired behind himself, striking the police cars with his shots.

Julie reached the van and looked back to Greg. “Come on!” she yelled to him.

Greg glanced our way and saw that Julie was safe. He took off running in our direction.

The police opened up on this fleeing target and several rounds struck him. His eyes were wide as he hit the ground.

“Greg!” Julie shouted.

“Cover us!” I shouted and grabbed Mike. We both ran towards where Greg lay.

The shots of the police hit all around us, but we reached Greg unharmed. Mike and I grabbed him and began to carry him towards the van. A fresh round of gunfire from the police caused us to duck for cover.

Then, Ms. Hawk stood up in the door of the van, assault rifle in hand. She took aim and began firing single rounds with precision at the police. Round after round flew from her rifle, striking so close to the police that they were forced to stop firing.

“Let’s go!” I told Mike and we picked up Greg. We ran as quickly as we could manage back to the van.

Ms. Hawk continued firing as we ran to the van. As quickly as she would go through one magazine, Julie would hand another to her and firing paused only briefly.

Julie helped pull Greg into the van. Mike and I threw ourselves inside.

“Go!” I yelled to Michael.

As Michael stomped on the gas, Ms. Hawk quit firing and swung into the van, closing the door behind her.

I quickly moved to the rear of the van to watch out the back window. The police fired after us, but we were soon out of range.

“I think we made it,” I said.

“Not everyone,” Mike said quietly.

I looked back towards the front. Mike was crouched over Greg. Julie was cradling Greg’s bloody body; tears ran down her cheeks. Mike shook his head as he looked up.

We had lost Greg.