Shattered Memories
I ran round the corner at full speed and stopped dead at the end of the alleyway; my nightmare scene unfolded in front of me.
I watched as my boss was shot close range and he went down onto the ground and didn't move – I screamed and ran towards the two men while raising my weapon and shouting for backup at our location; the others were still at least thirty minutes away at the best speed and traffic conditions and I needed to get to Parker to see if he was critically wounded. The attacker opened fire and I dove behind a dumpster and returned fire once he had stopped and was reloading his weapon; I skirted the dumpster and kept close to the shadows on the wall and ducked again once he clocked me move closer behind him – he opened fire and just missed me, but I didn't miss him. I rolled to the ground and shot him between the eyes; he went down and landed across Parkers legs.
I got off the ground and dragged him off the boss and checked his vitals – thankfully they were still there but weak and uneven; I could hear the EMTs arriving at our location after the others called for me on the radio. I shook the boss and demanded he open his eyes and take a deep breath. He did so after I slapped him across the head to wake him up a bit, I found the small wound that I knew was bleeding out fast through the bigger wound the calibre round makes on exit, my only thank you was it was not near any vital organs and I had my kitbag on me. The vest had helped to slow the bleeding down but I had no option but to remove the front part to get to the wound; using my tactical knife I slit up the sides and ripped off the panel of Kevlar and saw the mess the wound was in. The wound was bleeding freely and I needed to stop it quickly so I unclipped my bag and ripped out the pressure bandage and rolled him onto his side so I could secure it tightly across his side. Rolling him back I grabbed the alcohol wipes and cleaned my thumb as best as I could and jammed it into the bullet wound as far as I could.
That woke him up.
I straddled his waist and pressed my thumb down in the wound to stop any more damage, he tried fighting me and I had to scream in his ear to bring him back to reality.
"Greg – it's me – its Mac!" I screamed over the noise of the sirens coming up the alleyway.
He looked at me and I had to roll him so he could be sick; rolling him back once again I dug my thumb in and wiped my eyes on my sleeve covering myself in his blood. He looked at me and took a few deep breaths as he remembered what happened.
"Where did he go? Did he get away?" he whispered.
"No, he's dead boss – what the hell were you thinking going after him alone!" I demanded crying.