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The twelve men who made up Blades one through six began their moves towards the house. The odd numbered teams were on the north side of the house, the even ones on the south side. Blades 1 and 2 were to meet at the rear of the house on the patio and gain entry. 5 and 6 were to meet at the front door and try to get in there. Blade 3, which included Liam, was going to try and gain access through the second floor windows on the north side while Blade 4, which included Dumas, was to try the same on the south side. As he counted down through the team assignments, Erich Kummetz inevitably came back to Blade 7, whom he hadn't heard from since they were told to neutralize the two women. He keyed his transceiver. "Blade 7, report the status of the two women."
The response came from a cheerful female voice he didn't recognize. "Oh, we're just fine, Erich, Thanks for caring!" Kummetz stood there blinking for just a moment before recovering. "You seem to have the advantage of me." He transmitted warily.
A different voice, also female, but this one deadly serious in tone, replied this time. "And we fully intend to keep it that way."
Kummetz barely hesitated. "All teams to alternate tactical frequency immediately!" He grit his teeth briefly, before commencing to give new orders.
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Jen Paladin gave her partner a stern look, shaking her head as she took a piece of paper she'd found on Colter from a pocket and studied it, then adjusted the frequency control on the comm she'd taken from him. She then handed the paper to Sam, who still had a slight smirk on her face as she too adjusted a radio, this one taken from Pine. Her frivolous response to Kummetz's broadcast had had a purpose, decided on by the two mercenaries as soon as they heard the order for the attack to proceed. To disrupt Kummetz's plans, even if it meant sacrificing the element of surprise. Now, thanks to Colter's inability to memorize radio frequencies, among many other things, they could listen as Kummetz adjusted his plans on the fly.
"Buckler 2, leave one man at current position, then move quickly to replace Buckler 1 at front of house. Buckler 1, move to position near road. One man to cover open area east of road, one to watch to the south, third to take position with view in both directions. Blade 4, cancel your assignment. Hold position and keep watch to the south. All units, we have at least two unknown hostiles, last known to be south of us and east of the road, but may have crossed road. They are now armed with Blade 7's weapons, and probably their armor. Assault teams continue attack, except Blade 4. Crown out."
Kummetz was right as far as the weapons and armor went, though both women had found adjusting the armor for a comfortable fit hadn't been easy due to it's design. But they were making do, having no armor of their own to wear. In addition to the M-16s, they also had one Beretta 9mm pistol each, plus a pair of fragmentation grenades, and one flashbang as well, in addition to their personal weapons, Jen's .45 and the compact pump-action shotgun she'd gotten for Sam at the weapons dealer where she'd seen and recognized Liam. Sam's nickname of 'Carronade' McCarron was due to her love for such short-range, loud, and devastating weapons.
Jen now looked ahead towards the house, measuring distances in her head. Lack of familiarity with the exact terrain was vexing, as was not knowing the exact disposition of Kummetz's 'Blades', but she now had a good idea where the two 'Bucklers' were moving, and of course now knew Blade 4 was on the south side of the house. "I'll take the right, Sam. I'll keep the road on my right, maybe twenty feet from it. You take the left, just stay in sight as much as possible. We'll try and take these two 'Bucklers' out first, then split and work down either side of the house." Sam nodded in agreement, and the pair moved forward, as swiftly as they dared.
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Inside the house, Shego was huddled on the floor still, Drakken by her side, now talking on his phone. One guard was watching the housekeeper, while the second was making sure all the storm barriers for the windows and doors had closed and locked properly. The other maid Drakken had sent on an errand in the garage.
"No, Chief Constable, don't send every available man here," Drakken paused as he considered what he was saying, then forged on, "First increase the guard around the President, and at the jail, in case an attempt is made to free LeMonde. There's no guarantee that what's happening out here is the only thing these people are planning to carry out! I have other sources of help, so only send the men you can spare after making sure all other targets are covered!" He listened to LeClerc's reply, almost hoping the Chief Constable would argue the point, but instead the man agreed. But as soon as he hung up, Drakken started another call, for some of that other 'help' he'd mentioned.
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North of Drakken's house, and not too far from where Kim had come ashore, sat another house, much smaller, and appearing to be a bit ramshackle, raised on pilings. That was very deceiving, the interior was completely modern, and all aspects of it's construction were up to date, merely made to look like a beach bum's shack.
Though the breeze was blowing steadily, it was still sunny, and two people swung slowly in a large net hammock strung up between two trees not too far from the 'shack'. A stone jetty stuck out from the shore near the shack, alongside which was tied up a low-slung, sleek watercraft looking like a cigarette boat with a covered cockpit, black with a set of vividly painted flames trailing back from the bow. A pair of eyes were also visible, low near the waterline as the craft bobbed on the increasing swell. Not visible was the shark's mouth painted on the boat's bottom.
Motor Ed Lipsky was dozing as the hammock swung to and fro. He was dressed solely in a pair of cut-off jeans. His diminutive blond companion was making do with a light coat of suntan oil. Both started awake when the theme from 'Jaws' began to play. Ed reached in one of his hip pockets and pulled out a cellphone. "You've got the Motorman, and you're disturbing a great siesta, this better be good!"
"Eddie, it's Drew, we've got Apaches." Ed's eyes snapped all the way open and he swung out of the hammock so violently his companion had to grab on for dear life not to get dumped on the ground when it flipped all the way over. "Eddie!" She wailed.
"Chill!" Ed snapped, then spoke to Drakken "How many, and where?"
"No idea, but they've disabled Shego...wait, someone tripped the pressure plate alarm on the north side of the driveway..."
"Disabled the Green Babe? How badly is she hurt, Cuz?" Ed growled.
"Not hurt, just unable to function. We have the storm barriers up, they might slow whoever it is down. Also, Kim Possible is here, on our side."
"Red?! Damn! She pops up at the oddest times, especially here on the Isle! Anyway, I'm on my way, Cuz, hold the fort!" He started to hang up, but Drakken's urgent voice stopped him. "Ed, Wait! I think they've got the roads covered, but that's just a hunch."
Motor Ed grinned. "No problem, Cuz! They'll need to hang two lanterns for me!" He barely gave Drakken time to say 'Huh?' before he disconnected, then began sprinting towards the jetty.
"Eddie!" the little blond whined, "What about me, and the storm!"
Ed skidded to a stop. "Oh, yeah! Get the hammock and the cooler inside, Babe, and batten down the hatches, I don't know if I'll beat the storm back! Later!" He then continued his dash to the boat, while the blond, with a pout, unhooked the hammock and folded it, then grabbed the beer cooler by it's carrying handle. She started towards the house, then stopped as the rumble of twin engines reached her. She stopped, put down her burden, and waved with both hands as the Flaming Shark roared away from the jetty.
But as soon as the boat was out of sight, the woman Shego had known as 'Nonnie' at the trade show stopped waving and smiling. Grabbing the items up again, she hurried to the house, mounting the back steps and quickly entering the house, while muttering "About Bloody Time!"
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The maid thought she heard someone talking when she entered the garage, but when she actually spotted Kim Possible, the girl was in the midst of pulling on her mission clothes. Even though Kim was more then decent, the maid politely turned her back and cleared her throat. "Mister Lipsky asked me to come down and tell you about a couple of things that might be useful, other ways out of the garage."
"I already spotted two, those two short ladders and the hatches in the walls." Kim replied, voice briefly muffled as she pulled her top on. The ladders in question were in the walls at opposite sides of the garage, some fifteen feet back from the doors.
"Yes, those lead onto the landings on the staircases leading up to the front door. Also, there is this door at the rear of the garage. It leads to the room where we store the outdoor furniture at times like this. You'll find a ramp leading up to the patio at the back. There is a big door that swings up, using electricity, but you would probably rather use the smaller hatch set into the door, you open that by hand."
"I didn't see any door yesterday," Kim observed thoughtfully, "So I assume it is well hidden?"
The girl nodded. "Yes, it blends in with the flagstones perfectly. It is right next to the hedge on the south side."
"How far from the house?"
The girl frowned in concentration. "Well, the little hatch would be about ten feet or a little more from the passage through the hedge on that side."
Kim tried to visualize the patio as she'd seen it yesterday, then nodded. "Anything else?"
"Yes, he gave me this for you." The girl handed Kim a slip of paper. "It is the access code for his surveillance system, so you can plug in to it. He apologizes for the lack of cameras, he knows it would be beneficial to see how our enemies are equipped." She started to turn away, then looked back at Kim again. "He also wished you good luck. I wish it for you, too." The girl smiled briefly, then turned and ran back to the stairs. Kim stood silently for a moment, again wondering about the strange turn of events, then roused herself and continued her preparations.
Taking out her Kimmunicator, on which she had just finished dictating a brief 'last message' for Ron and Wade, Kim connected with her tech guru. "Wade, I don't have time for explanations, I'm in serious trouble, I need you to connect me with Drakken's security system here. The password is 'A Mistie Forever'." She spelled out 'mistie' to make sure Wade got it right. As she talked, she was walking around the garage, looking at the tools hanging on one wall, then shaking her head, and peering into the touring car. Something caught her attention, and she reached in to remove an old style walking stick from a pair of hooks on the back of the front seat. It was three feet long, made of very solid wood, with a brass ferrule and derby-style handle. She hefted it and nodded in satisfaction.
"Okay, Kim, you're in!" Wade announced. "What's going on? You have to tell me something!" Kim bit her lip, she really didn't have time. But she could manage for Wade's sake. Stick over one shoulder, she studied the Kimmunicator screen as she headed towards the ladder on the north side of the garage. "There's a bunch of armed killers here planning to kill Drakken and Shego. Shego's out of action, so I'm going to try and hold the bad guys off until help arrives."
Wade's eyes widened, but he managed to stay focused. "Okay, do you have the shock shells for the grapple gun?" Kim's hand went to the item in question as she winced. The 'Hair-Dryer' version of the device had long ago been replaced by a sleeker version with a better grip, and the ability to shoot other things besides grappling lines. Like the shock shells, which Wade had modeled on ones designed to be fired from a 12 gauge shotgun. They delivered what was called 'neuroshock' a less damaging form of shock then a standard taser did. Wade had scaled them down, but they still delivered the same amount of shock as the full-sized ones.
Now Kim shook her head. "No, they're back in Middleton. Along with the high-tech combat baton GJ gave me, and the collapsible one I got from Scotland Yard, and of course the wakizashi sword I received from Japan." Inwardly, she was berating herself again. "How many more ways am I going to find out how naïve I've been about things?" Imagining the disapproving look she was sure Wade had on his face only increased her embarrassment. "Wade, believe me, I know how foolish I've been, but now is not the time to discuss this, the bad guys are moving in, I have to get moving, too!"
"Kim...good luck!" Wade exclaimed. Kim knew the boy wouldn't be actually gone, he'd be monitoring her from Middleton, probably while frantically trying to come up with some way to aid her. But he'd stay silent to avoid distracting her.
As Kim studied the screen, she could see the movements of the attacking force, but only within the property boundary. Neither Erich Kummetz and Edouard LeMonde were visible as they were outside the surveilled area, nor were Jen Paladin and Sam. Yet. Reaching the base of the short ladder, Kim saw that there was a small shelf at the top. That meant the hatch had to swing outwards. She also saw a a pair of steel bars ready to be swung into place, and the brackets they would fit into to block the hatch from the inside.
Sticking the Kimmunicator in it's holster, she took out the grapple gun and removed the line-firing cartridge and grapple. She replaced it with one that fired the same device that she had used to disable the mercenary on the warehouse roof on the night of the revolution. It fired a nylon net about a foot across, impregnated with chemicals that would irritate but not damage the target's eyes and nose. It was covered with a highly disgusting looking layer of greenish-yellow material that resembled mold, or according to Ron, 'serious snot'. It was purely for effect, discouraging a friend of the target from too quickly trying to remove the net from the victim. In any event, the net's adhesion to skin would wear off in just over a minute, and the target's breathing would not be seriously impeded.
Kim smirked as she thought of Wade's latest 'improvement', the stuff now glowed faintly in the dark. The her face became grim as she contemplated all those items she'd listed to Wade, and others, that she didn't carry simply because they were all too obviously 'weapons', as opposed to 'gadgets', a distinction she had attached a lot of importance to up until now.
Re-holstering the gun, she climbed the ladder and perched awkwardly on the shelf, stick in hand as she pulled out her Kimmunicator again. She watched as the two men who composed 'Blade 5' reached the foot of the stairs and began to ascend. She pointedly ignored 'Blade 6', forced to deal with one problem at a time. She worried if there was any lag in the image, but that was something else beyond her control. She unlatched the hatch, keeping hold of a small handle until she was sure it wasn't going to swing open of it's own volition. Then she took the stick firmly in her left hand, and redrew the grappling gun after putting the Kimmunicator down where she could still watch the screen.
She reviewed her intentions in her head, focusing solely on what she needed to do in the next few moments. She waited until the screen showed her two targets making the turn on the landing and heading up. Then she tensed, and shoved the hatch open, passing through it fast and low.
The two mercs, already knowing the stairs and the deck above were clear, were trotting up the stairs, one just short of the top, the other just two steps up from the landing Kim had emerged on. Before anything that might alarm him might register, Kim hooked his trailing ankle with the stick and pulled, sending him sprawling hard on the stone steps. At the same time, she raised her gun and aimed at the lead man's head, to catch him in the face as he spun in surprise, which he did.
Kim squeezed the trigger even as something nagged at her, hard. The little net shot from the muzzle and flew halfway to the man before it deployed...and the swirling wind snatched it off course and sent it sailing over the side of the stairs.
Kim's eyes widened in alarm as the merc began to swing his rifle the few degrees necessary to bring it to bear on her, when they were both startled to hear gunfire from the south side of the driveway. Then there was the sound of bullets ricocheting off stone. They didn't sound near to Kim, but the merc took no chances, throwing himself sideways out of sight and down to the deck above.
Kim took not a second to feel the relief that tried to course it's way through her, but turned her attention quickly to the man she'd tripped. He was trying to rise, and she had to deal with him quickly, then his partner above, in the hopes that the secret of the stairway hatches could be preserved. Lunging forward, she brought the stick down hard on the man's head, shielded only by a lightweight fatigue cap. At the same time she saw the possible solution to her gaining an advantage over the other man. As her target sagged once again to the steps, Kim snatched something from his web gear.
Moving quickly up the steps to just short of showing herself through the balustrade at the stop of the steps on her right, behind which the man was now prone, she pulled the pin on the flashbang grenade and shoved it through one of the gaps before ducking once again. She immediately thought of her ninja hood, and berated herself for not digging it out to wear. She heard a startled squawk just before the flashbang exploded, and immediately moved to take advantage.
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Just before the gunfire started, Liam and his partner in Blade 3 had reached the wall on the north side of the house, beneath one of the windows. Liam had quickly formed his hands into a stirrup to boost the other man up to try and grab one of the iron window boxes. The man grimaced, he knew there might be some kind of trap, but he put his foot in Liam's hands and lunged upwards. He almost hesitated to grab the grillwork, fearing electric shock, but none occurred.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then took hold with both hands and pulled himself up. It was as he pulled himself up enough to peer over the planter that something weird happened...
Liam had barely straightened up after giving the boost to his partner when some instinct made him look up, just in time to avoid the limp body of the man falling back to the ground. The first thing Liam noticed was a faint dusting of something greenish on the man's face. The big merc cursed under his breath, and made to call Kummetz and tell him the upper windows had some kind of booby trap
But the incident had other consequences. The two men who composed Blade 1 were dashing up the same path Kim had taken on her way to turn herself in the previous day when they saw the man fall. One of these men was the man's brother. All thought of the plan fled his mind as he turned and dashed to where his brother had fallen. His partner hesitated, then followed him.
In addition, the two men from Buckler 2 that were supposed to be heading out front also saw the fall and stopped, though they didn't move towards the fallen man.
Liam saw the two members of Blade 1 approaching, and began to snarl an order at them, when the sound of gunfire caused all of their heads to swivel towards the front corner of the house, from beyond which the sound was coming.
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Kummetz cursed under his breath, berating himself for not bringing a crack sniper to provide overwatch for the operation. The outbreak of firing from the jungle south of the house was not altogether unexpected, but it still caught him by surprise. Two weapons, he'd guessed, one directed at the men of Buckler 1 as they moved to their new positions, the other at the two men from Blade 6 who were trying to ascend the stairs to Drakken's front door. Kummetz saw one of them tumble back to the bottom of the stairs and lie there twitching faintly.
He also saw the lead man of Blade 5 reach the top of his stairs only moments before the shooting started, then spin to dive behind the balustrade alongside the stairs. As the man went prone, he pointed his weapon back towards the stairs, by which Erich naturally concluded that he and his partner had been ambushed on the steps somehow.
He barely spotted the grenade being pushed through the balustrade, though the subsequent flash of the it going off was impossible to miss. Nor was the sight of Kim Possible 'exploding' into sight herself, vaulting the balustrade to finish off the merc who'd been it's victim.
"Obviously there is some kind of access to the garage, or the house itself, hidden around the stairs, something my inside source either failed to mention, or didn't know about!" He watched the girl hesitate, crouching, then return the way she came. He'd already seen Liam's misadventures on the side of the house. "Four men dead or disabled at least, and we aren't even in the house yet!" He could barely make out the little knot of men around Liam's fallen partner. He muttered a curse, and was reaching for his radio when he spotted one of the Buckler 1 men staggering across the road, cradling one arm. "Another! This whole plan is coming apart!"
"That was Kim Possible!" Kummetz started as Edouard made that exclamation. The mercenary turned to regard the local who had stepped up next to him unnoticed, regarding him coldly. "It might almost be worth the failed operation, since it would make this fool expendable!" he mused darkly.
Edouard's self-preservation instincts somehow kicked in, and without even looking to see the expression on Kummetz's face, he decided to put some distance between himself and the German. As nonchalantly as he could, he strolled over to where the two men had left their packs, and pretended to rummage through his for something. Kummetz turned away and began talking on his radio again.
Edouards breathed a sigh of relief while considering the sitch. "Yes, I have the feeling this is not working as it should. I'm sure my cousin will see reason in my preserving myself so as to be of use at a future date!" But at what point was he to slip away, that was the question...
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Kim secured the bars on the hatch she'd used, then dashed across the floor of the garage to the opposite one, which she also secured. Studying the Kimmunicator, she saw that two hostiles had reached the back door of the house. She couldn't see anything to indicate who had been shooting, however. She finally shook her head in frustration and dashed for the door at the rear of the garage.
Entering the storeroom, she saw the patio furniture neatly stacked to one side, and the ramp down which it was brought directly in front of the door. She moved quickly up it, and located the smaller hatch. It was secured by two bolts, that she carefully eased open. She wasn't happy about the fact that the hatch opened so that the lid would be between her and the house, so one of the men she was after might turn around and spot it rising before she could see him.
As soon as she eased it up, though, a blast of wind blew grit and sand in, and she barely avoided getting an eyeful. More cautiously she raised it and peered through the widening gap back towards the house. She spotted both men, and thankfully they were not looking back towards her. What they were doing alarmed her considerably, however. Rather then attacking the door with it's storm barrier, they were employing a breeching charge on the wall to the left of the door, as she viewed it.
Pushing the hatch farther open, she considered trying the grapple gun again. With the house blocking most of the force of the wind, it might work better. But if it didn't she couldn't expect to get as lucky as she had before again. Emerging completely from the hatch onto the now bare and open patio, she eased the hatch back down, then took a solid two-handed grip on her stick and advanced. Somewhere she could still hear gunfire, but the volume varied as the wind's force did, and she still had no idea who was out there, or how many were on her side. Or Drakken's, anyway.
During training, the two men from Blade 2 were taught how to deploy the breeching charge, with the men of Blade 1 covering them. Despite the absence of the delayed men, they had not adapted, and both had their full attention on properly setting the charge and arming it. Both had their rifles leaning against the wall within easy reach, but not close enough as it turned out. Only at the last second did some instinct cause them to look behind them.
Kim laid one man out with a blow to the jaw. The second took a hit to the forearm to make him drop the rifle he'd tried to snatch up, and Kim followed with a spin kick aimed at his head. But the man managed to block it and land a counter punch to Kim's ribs. But he delivered it with his numb fist and Kim's own motion robbed the blow of much of it's impact. Alarmed, he backed away as the girl recovered and tried to fumble open his holster. But his tingling fingers failed to serve him as Kim bore in again.
She feigned an upward swing towards his groin, and he dropped both hands to try and block it, but Kim simply switched to another spin kick, and this one landed, dropping the man. Kim immediately moved towards the breeching charge to see if it was ready to detonate. She reached without looking towards a pouch on her belt's right side. Then something in her peripheral vision caused her to guide her hand instead to the grappling gun as she spun towards the passage through the northern hedges.
A combination of Liam's threats and Kummetz's orders barked over the radio had forced the two members of Blade 1 to return to their assigned duties, but the brother of the stricken man lingered as his partner moved quickly to meet up with Blade 2. Thus he was well in front when he passed through to the patio and saw Kim Possible standing there. And to his own misfortune, standing in what was probably the calmest spot, windwise, around the entire house.
Kim had her gun half-drawn even before she identified the threat, and quickly brought it up to fire even as the man began to swing his gun to bear. Truthfully, she might not have made it in time if the man wasn't partially distracted by the sight of the two unconscious men, and possibly the fear he might hit one of them. Then when he saw her fire, and the projectile expand, he nearly brought his weapon up fast enough to hook the little net on it's muzzle, but just missed, and it caught him full in the face.
Though she hated the notion of clubbing the helpless man, Kim knew better then to hesitate. When she had been studying the Kimmunicator's screen, she had seen that all the mercenaries had been moving in pairs, so this one had to have a partner nearby.
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There were now two exceptions to that now, of course. Liam, certain his partner was incapacitated for some time to come, had gone towards the front of the house while haranguing the two men from Buckler 2 for delaying their movement.
The other exception was the third man from Buckler 2 who was still watching the beach. He'd been startled shortly after his teammates left by noises from Shego's cottage, then noticed barriers sliding into place over the windows. These had been triggered remotely by Drakken from the main house.
He was also dissatisfied by his position. With three of them, it had been all right, and when they only had to watch the beach behind Drakken's house, but now that there might be hostiles loose in the jungle, the fact that by himself he couldn't see in all directions caused him to move. He had decided to move to a spot directly below the patio's edge, where he could have his back to the sheer slope down from it, and would only have to look both ways along the beach. The thought that Drakken might have a secret exit hidden there which would allow the merc to be surprised from behind never occurred to him. In any event, that wasn't where his problems came from.
Halfway to his chosen spot, weapon at the ready, he slowed his trot to a stop and listened. He was certain he could hear something, something coming from the water. Scanning seawards, he saw nothing. Since the major force of the tropical storm was hitting the opposite side of the island, the waters on the leeward side were currently relatively calm. But he still was sure he heard something.
Stepping towards the lapping water, he strained to make it out. It was some kind of roar...
The waters only a dozen feet out suddenly exploded upwards, and a large black shape hurtled out of the sea, flying straight towards the shocked man. He just had time to make out the shark's mouth painted on it's underside before it came down...
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Kim had barely risen from delivering the most humane blow she could to render the man unconscious, and peel the net off his face, when she heard a faint sound from the pathway. She was in the same spot Shego had stood when Kim had surprised her, she realized. "And that was just yesterday?" she thought even as she moved forward to meet her next opponent.
But something had given the man warning that there was something amiss. He suddenly popped into view, rifle leveled right at Kim. The girl swung the stick down frantically, barely knocking the muzzle aside and down before the man fired, and sent a three-round burst ricocheting off the pathway. Kim then jabbed at the man's chin with the stick as she lunged forward, catching him alongside the jaw as he flinched away, but not hard enough to do more then cause a little pain.
Rather then try and shoot Kim again, he snapped the butt of his rifle forward and caught Kim with a glancing blow on her own chin that made her recoil, but she snapped the stick downwards and connected with the man's right wrist, this time with considerable force. She then centered herself and kicked upwards at to connect with roughly the same spot from beneath, and the man's grip on his rifle with that hand was lost.
Struggling to hang on to the weapon with his left hand, and distracted by the severe pain of a possibly broken wrist, the man didn't register Kim's next move in time to avoid the leg sweep she delivered, though she almost caught her foot in the hedge before connecting to her brief chagrin. But with the man falling hard on his back, she didn't take long to finish him off.
Rising, she peered out towards the stand of palms near the path junction. She saw no one, and began to reach for her Kimmunicator to check on the location of the other hostiles when she happened to glance back towards the man she had previously dealt with and froze. One of the bullets from the last man's rifle had hit him in the lower leg, and blood was pouring from the wound.
She rushed back to him and knelt to examine the wound. The bullet hadn't gone all the way through the calf muscle, so she only had to deal with the entry wound. Spotting what she recognized as a first aid pouch on the man's belt, she opened that rather then use the contents of her own belt. Producing a field dressing, she quickly and efficiently bound the wound.
She had ended up with her back to the patio as she dressed the wound. Satisfied with her work, she began to rise to her feet when there was a soft noise behind her, and the left side of her head suddenly seemed to explode in pain. Her knees began to buckle, and she would have fallen if someone had not grabbed hold of her and started to sling her around, finally slamming her back first into the wall of the house. Another explosion of pain, this time from the back of her head, and she nearly blacked out as someone rammed their forearm up under her chin.
"I KNEW IT!" The words were practically shouted in her face, "I knew you'd turn up here, after the men at the front were dealt with!" Kim's vision began to clear, at least in her right eye, and she found herself looking into the glaring face of Jailer Dumas. "And now, I get to finish you!" He snarled in her face.
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