PART VII
"You're certifiable if you think I'm letting you go at this alone"
"Mac listen, I grew up around here. I know the terrain of these fields. My friends and I used to go hiking and camping around this base. You don't know what's out there and like it or not you're a liability."
Mac shocked at her very words coming back to haunt her.
"Look someone has to wait for the cavalry to direct them towards us."
"I don't like this Harm"
"Neither do I but we don't have a choice"
"Be safe Harm" She said knowing there was no reasoning with him. He responded with a sly smile.
Harm took off in the direction of the assailants leaving Mac by the wreckage waiting for reinforcements. He traveled westbound through the fields noticing a small trail of blood, presumably from the wound Mac had given Jacobs earlier. Moving quickly and quietly Harm continued his pace careful not to create too much noise. Stopping at another sign of blood, Harm noticed that he hadn't heard any sounds or other kinds of noise from the assailants or their general direction. He had a wrenching feeling in his gut and crouched low by the clearing of brush he was looking at. As he did the sound of automatic gunfire came in his direction. Harm hit the ground even lower now crawling into the mess of brush on his belly. Not being able to see very well from the vantage point he was at, Harm flipped over to his back and readied the shotgun. No footsteps, no noise was forthcoming; and he was blind as a bat from where he was. Harm decided to move forward more, still lying under the cover of the brush. Not more than 45 seconds later he saw the leg of one of the assailants, but didn't have enough room to get a shot off with the brush in the way. Harm doubled back still hiding under the cover of the brush. Careful to keep silent, he took off his jacket and readied himself gun in hand. Moving toward the left, he propped the jacket up from underneath the brush and moved further away from it. As he suspected the assailants were watching him and waiting for his move. They didn't have to wait any longer. The next thing Harm new automatic fire headed in the direction of his jacket. As he measured the direction of the bullets he knew he was far enough away. Now northwest of the gunfire Harm made his move. Suddenly he popped up from underneath the brush shotgun ready. As he saw the assailants both south of him he pulled the trigger. The shotgun shell left the gun and traveled the direction of the assailants. Jacobs hearing Harm's surfacing turned and saw him shoot and ducked to avoid being hit. His companion was not as lucky as the spread hit him in the chest the impact sending him flying to the ground.
The man's screams echoed throughout the fields traveling far enough to reach the roads. Had it not been for the sound of the gunfire, Mac surely would have heard it. However screams were the last thing on her mind for as soon as she heard the gunfire she left the safety of the wreckage and ran toward the trail Harm had taken. It didn't matter to her safe or not safe. What Harm wanted her to do be damned. She knew he needed helped and there was nothing that would get in this Marines way. Armed and readied, Mac proceeded with much less care than Harm had and much more speed. She only hoped she got to him in time. How much time had passed? She knew; 8 minutes and 47 seconds. Still too early for the Seals to make it to them.
"Damn it" She whispered, knowing that she was the only backup Harm had. She just prayed that he had been lucky thus far and not become a corpse.
Harm seeing Jacobs duck beneath the followed suit. He knew he had hit the other assailant squarely in the chest and could see from the spray of blood that the man was either dead or mortally wounded. Harm proceeded toward Jacobs. Stopping to check his ammunition he noticed that he only had one shell left for the shotgun. He still had his pistol and a full clip. Remembering that the other assailant had an AK-47, Harm decided to fight fire with fire. Grabbing a rock from the ground he tried a diversionary move that would flush the assailant to the surface. Throwing the rock blindly in the air, Harm heard where it landed and looked to see if the assailant would make his move in that direction. Harm rising from the brushed to take his shot miscalculated and rose too quickly. Jacobs seeing this took the opportunity to back peddle behind Harm and take him by surprise.
"Drop the gun Mr. Rabb" Said Jacobs with his gun sticking in Harm's back. Harm did as he instructed throwing the shotgun to the ground.
"You know Mr. Rabb, if you just would have played your role this never wouldn't have had to happen like this. My car wouldn't be destroyed. My partner wouldn't be dead, and my boss wouldn't be pissed he wasn't going to get the opportunity to kill you himself. Oh well, nothing ever goes as planned, does it?"
"Wait, if you're going to kill me then at least tell me what the hell this is all about. Who are you people? Why my parents and what does it have to do with the CIA?"
Jacobs, still in excruciating pain from his gunshot wound and trying desperately to catch his breathe took the opportunity to relax himself for a minute. Harm saw this and tried to keep him talking.
"So are you going to at least answer me? I mean hell, if I don't know what my role was supposed to be, then I assume everything you did was for nothing."
"I don't give a damn about you Rabb. That's my boss's obsession."
"Then what do you care about?"
"Getting Paid"
"And that was what the station chief was all about. Assassinate an agent, make your money?"
"Please, you have no concept of what you're talking about. That's the problem with you military types. You just know how to take orders, can't see the big picture."
"So enlighten me then."
"I think I'd rather kill you. But know this, the CIA boy; that was just business for us. Your parents...well from what I hear from the boss, it was just FUN!"
Harm raging, saw the opportunity and took it. He spun to his left using his outer left forearm to knock the machine gun to the right. Seeing Jacobs fall back from the surprise and loss of balance swung with his right arm hitting Jacobs squarely in the jaw with his fist. Grabbing Jacobs' gun as the man fell, Harm took the butt of the machine gun and hit Jacobs once more sending him to the ground. As Jacobs hit the ground, Harm flipped the weapon into a readied position and aimed it at Jacobs' head. "Stay!" Shouted Harm as he steadied the gun at Jacobs "You're going to talk now."
"Or what?" Spewed Jacobs, blood oozing out of his mouth and leg.
"Or I'll save the tax payers money and just kill you right know." Said Harm as he moved forward and pressed the machine gun to Jacob's temple.
"You won't. You can't!"
"I couldn't before, I will if I have to." Stated Harm, matter of factly.
Harm preoccupied did not see the rise of the other assailant from beneath the brushes. Moving slowly as the assailant was heavily wounded and dying, he managed to grab his gun and lock his sights in Harm's direction. As he raised his gun, the man knew this would be his last move. His finger depressed on the trigger more and the bullets were about to be released from the chamber. There was no way Harm could get out of the way in time. A finger clenched the trigger and a shot rang out...
TO BE CONTINUED...
"You're certifiable if you think I'm letting you go at this alone"
"Mac listen, I grew up around here. I know the terrain of these fields. My friends and I used to go hiking and camping around this base. You don't know what's out there and like it or not you're a liability."
Mac shocked at her very words coming back to haunt her.
"Look someone has to wait for the cavalry to direct them towards us."
"I don't like this Harm"
"Neither do I but we don't have a choice"
"Be safe Harm" She said knowing there was no reasoning with him. He responded with a sly smile.
Harm took off in the direction of the assailants leaving Mac by the wreckage waiting for reinforcements. He traveled westbound through the fields noticing a small trail of blood, presumably from the wound Mac had given Jacobs earlier. Moving quickly and quietly Harm continued his pace careful not to create too much noise. Stopping at another sign of blood, Harm noticed that he hadn't heard any sounds or other kinds of noise from the assailants or their general direction. He had a wrenching feeling in his gut and crouched low by the clearing of brush he was looking at. As he did the sound of automatic gunfire came in his direction. Harm hit the ground even lower now crawling into the mess of brush on his belly. Not being able to see very well from the vantage point he was at, Harm flipped over to his back and readied the shotgun. No footsteps, no noise was forthcoming; and he was blind as a bat from where he was. Harm decided to move forward more, still lying under the cover of the brush. Not more than 45 seconds later he saw the leg of one of the assailants, but didn't have enough room to get a shot off with the brush in the way. Harm doubled back still hiding under the cover of the brush. Careful to keep silent, he took off his jacket and readied himself gun in hand. Moving toward the left, he propped the jacket up from underneath the brush and moved further away from it. As he suspected the assailants were watching him and waiting for his move. They didn't have to wait any longer. The next thing Harm new automatic fire headed in the direction of his jacket. As he measured the direction of the bullets he knew he was far enough away. Now northwest of the gunfire Harm made his move. Suddenly he popped up from underneath the brush shotgun ready. As he saw the assailants both south of him he pulled the trigger. The shotgun shell left the gun and traveled the direction of the assailants. Jacobs hearing Harm's surfacing turned and saw him shoot and ducked to avoid being hit. His companion was not as lucky as the spread hit him in the chest the impact sending him flying to the ground.
The man's screams echoed throughout the fields traveling far enough to reach the roads. Had it not been for the sound of the gunfire, Mac surely would have heard it. However screams were the last thing on her mind for as soon as she heard the gunfire she left the safety of the wreckage and ran toward the trail Harm had taken. It didn't matter to her safe or not safe. What Harm wanted her to do be damned. She knew he needed helped and there was nothing that would get in this Marines way. Armed and readied, Mac proceeded with much less care than Harm had and much more speed. She only hoped she got to him in time. How much time had passed? She knew; 8 minutes and 47 seconds. Still too early for the Seals to make it to them.
"Damn it" She whispered, knowing that she was the only backup Harm had. She just prayed that he had been lucky thus far and not become a corpse.
Harm seeing Jacobs duck beneath the followed suit. He knew he had hit the other assailant squarely in the chest and could see from the spray of blood that the man was either dead or mortally wounded. Harm proceeded toward Jacobs. Stopping to check his ammunition he noticed that he only had one shell left for the shotgun. He still had his pistol and a full clip. Remembering that the other assailant had an AK-47, Harm decided to fight fire with fire. Grabbing a rock from the ground he tried a diversionary move that would flush the assailant to the surface. Throwing the rock blindly in the air, Harm heard where it landed and looked to see if the assailant would make his move in that direction. Harm rising from the brushed to take his shot miscalculated and rose too quickly. Jacobs seeing this took the opportunity to back peddle behind Harm and take him by surprise.
"Drop the gun Mr. Rabb" Said Jacobs with his gun sticking in Harm's back. Harm did as he instructed throwing the shotgun to the ground.
"You know Mr. Rabb, if you just would have played your role this never wouldn't have had to happen like this. My car wouldn't be destroyed. My partner wouldn't be dead, and my boss wouldn't be pissed he wasn't going to get the opportunity to kill you himself. Oh well, nothing ever goes as planned, does it?"
"Wait, if you're going to kill me then at least tell me what the hell this is all about. Who are you people? Why my parents and what does it have to do with the CIA?"
Jacobs, still in excruciating pain from his gunshot wound and trying desperately to catch his breathe took the opportunity to relax himself for a minute. Harm saw this and tried to keep him talking.
"So are you going to at least answer me? I mean hell, if I don't know what my role was supposed to be, then I assume everything you did was for nothing."
"I don't give a damn about you Rabb. That's my boss's obsession."
"Then what do you care about?"
"Getting Paid"
"And that was what the station chief was all about. Assassinate an agent, make your money?"
"Please, you have no concept of what you're talking about. That's the problem with you military types. You just know how to take orders, can't see the big picture."
"So enlighten me then."
"I think I'd rather kill you. But know this, the CIA boy; that was just business for us. Your parents...well from what I hear from the boss, it was just FUN!"
Harm raging, saw the opportunity and took it. He spun to his left using his outer left forearm to knock the machine gun to the right. Seeing Jacobs fall back from the surprise and loss of balance swung with his right arm hitting Jacobs squarely in the jaw with his fist. Grabbing Jacobs' gun as the man fell, Harm took the butt of the machine gun and hit Jacobs once more sending him to the ground. As Jacobs hit the ground, Harm flipped the weapon into a readied position and aimed it at Jacobs' head. "Stay!" Shouted Harm as he steadied the gun at Jacobs "You're going to talk now."
"Or what?" Spewed Jacobs, blood oozing out of his mouth and leg.
"Or I'll save the tax payers money and just kill you right know." Said Harm as he moved forward and pressed the machine gun to Jacob's temple.
"You won't. You can't!"
"I couldn't before, I will if I have to." Stated Harm, matter of factly.
Harm preoccupied did not see the rise of the other assailant from beneath the brushes. Moving slowly as the assailant was heavily wounded and dying, he managed to grab his gun and lock his sights in Harm's direction. As he raised his gun, the man knew this would be his last move. His finger depressed on the trigger more and the bullets were about to be released from the chamber. There was no way Harm could get out of the way in time. A finger clenched the trigger and a shot rang out...
TO BE CONTINUED...