Acts of Vengeance by Of Vengeance--Free Acts

Author:Of Vengeance--Free Acts [Acts, Of Vengeance--Free]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“You know something? You’re one hell of a lousy shot.”

“What do you mean? I shot Rittmann.”

“You weren’t supposed to shootme. ”

“What did you expect? This is government work. Hold still while I get this antiseptic on.”

Dressing her wound, Maxwell realized again what a brutish weapon the .45 caliber was. Though the bullet hit only the muscle between her neck and her shoulder, just missing her collarbone, it left a two-inch-deep wound that was bleeding profusely.

In Rittmann’s case, the damage was more dramatic. He had fired all seven rounds—the full magazine—into the German. Rittmann was a mess.

Gross overkill. Maxwell could still feel the dark emotions that had taken possession of him. It was the first time he had killed an enemy at close range. No bomb, missile, or cannon. He could still see the look on Rittmann’s face.

“Owww, damn, that hurts!” B.J. said.

“It’s supposed to hurt. That’s how you know the stuff is working.”

The wound was still bleeding. He made a compress from several layers of gauze and pressed it onto the wound.

She winced again, then began to shiver. “I’m cold, Brick.”

“I’m almost finished. Don’t move while I put the bandage on. Then we’ll get you wrapped in the thermal blanket.”

It had been close. He knew he could never duplicate that shot on the firing range—hitting Rittmann in the throat at twenty yards, while missing the body of his wingman. Practically in the dark.

Well,nearly missing. B. J. Johnson would always have an interesting scar to remind her of how close she had come to a fatal bullet. Or getting her throat cut.

The memory of what happened kept inserting itself back in his mind. He was shocked at the ferocity that had overcome him. Rittmann was dead as a post. What secrets he possessed had exited through the seven bullet holes in him.

A high overcast obscured the sky. The darkness filled in the shadows around them. B.J. complained again about the cold, and Maxwell wrapped her in the thermal blanket from his survival pack.

They huddled in a crevice beneath a large boulder to wait out the night.

“Do I get a Purple Heart for this?”

“No way. You have to be wounded by the enemy.”

“But it was the enemy who caused me to be wounded. That, and your lousy aim.”

“It won’t help your case by making slurs about your commanding officer.”

She lapsed into a silence, and after several minutes Maxwell realized that she was sleeping. She lay snuggled close to him, her head on his shoulder.

Tentatively, so as not to disturb her, he put his arm around her.

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