Everything was a blur of motion. The gun went off as she
tackled him, before being knocked away when momentum carried them both
over and off the bed and into Mac's dresser, sending the contents of
the top scattering. As Harm, the Admiral, and Webb scrambled for their
own weapons, CD and Jackson struggled for control of the knife.
"You Bitch!" he screamed at her, ramming his fist into her
stomach as he rolled on top of her. "You've ruined it!" CD gasped in
pain, losing her hold on the knife. Jackson pulled back, ready to
strike.
But Mercedes brought her left knee up hard, right into where it
could do the most damage. At the same time, she desperately grabbed for
a weapon of any sort. Feeling her fingers close over something, she did
the only thing she could think of. With every ounce of strength she
had, she brought the heavy glass perfume bottle up and smashed it into
Jackson's face.
He reared back from the blow even as the knife in his hand began
its own deadly arc. Mercedes tried to scramble away, but her legs
didn't want to seem to work. But then there were three shots, and the
knife went flying as Jackson collapsed, two neat bullet holes in his
chest and a third in his arm.
Mercedes watched as the body dropped on to her legs. Crisis
over, she became aware of a burning pain in her left leg as she
distantly watched her cousin rush over to Mac and free her before
wrapping her in his arms. Another man she didn't recognize hurried
over to her, crouching over her. She tried to speak, to ask about
Mac, but the words wouldn't come to her lips. He was speaking to
her, asking questions, but for some reason she couldn't make out the
words...
Her last thought before she passed out was that whoever he was,
he really had rather nice eyes....
Clay cursed as he watched the blonde woman's eyes close. He saw
the gun fire when she charged at Jackson, but hadn't realized how bad
the wound was. It looked like the bullet had struck an artery--blood
was pouring out of the wound. He put pressure on it, looking for
something to use as a tourniquet.
"Webb?" Chegwidden was standing behind him.
"Get an ambulance, Admiral. It's bad."
TBC....
tackled him, before being knocked away when momentum carried them both
over and off the bed and into Mac's dresser, sending the contents of
the top scattering. As Harm, the Admiral, and Webb scrambled for their
own weapons, CD and Jackson struggled for control of the knife.
"You Bitch!" he screamed at her, ramming his fist into her
stomach as he rolled on top of her. "You've ruined it!" CD gasped in
pain, losing her hold on the knife. Jackson pulled back, ready to
strike.
But Mercedes brought her left knee up hard, right into where it
could do the most damage. At the same time, she desperately grabbed for
a weapon of any sort. Feeling her fingers close over something, she did
the only thing she could think of. With every ounce of strength she
had, she brought the heavy glass perfume bottle up and smashed it into
Jackson's face.
He reared back from the blow even as the knife in his hand began
its own deadly arc. Mercedes tried to scramble away, but her legs
didn't want to seem to work. But then there were three shots, and the
knife went flying as Jackson collapsed, two neat bullet holes in his
chest and a third in his arm.
Mercedes watched as the body dropped on to her legs. Crisis
over, she became aware of a burning pain in her left leg as she
distantly watched her cousin rush over to Mac and free her before
wrapping her in his arms. Another man she didn't recognize hurried
over to her, crouching over her. She tried to speak, to ask about
Mac, but the words wouldn't come to her lips. He was speaking to
her, asking questions, but for some reason she couldn't make out the
words...
Her last thought before she passed out was that whoever he was,
he really had rather nice eyes....
Clay cursed as he watched the blonde woman's eyes close. He saw
the gun fire when she charged at Jackson, but hadn't realized how bad
the wound was. It looked like the bullet had struck an artery--blood
was pouring out of the wound. He put pressure on it, looking for
something to use as a tourniquet.
"Webb?" Chegwidden was standing behind him.
"Get an ambulance, Admiral. It's bad."
TBC....