MWAH! I don't own anyone but Trillian (yet again) and I most certainly
don't own those guns. I could hurt someone with one of those! *Cue
annoying comedy drums*
Anyway...on with the story! *****************************************************************
Sands sighed from his position against the wall, next to Trillian. He was growing impatient with her, and it was no surprise. He was one of the best damn agents there were, and she treated him like a civilian.
"Give me your gun." He ordered, heaving himself away from the rough stucco.
Trillian shook her head, then realized he couldn't see her. She slid another clip into the gun, and Sands lost it. He lunged for the gun, wrestling it away from her. After a moment she let go, because she really didn't feel like getting shot.
Sands straightened up, releasing the safety on the gun. A 45AP Double Action Semi-Automatic Pistol, 8 + 1 Round Capacity, Sands thought, impressed. Nice...
The sound of gunfire down the street snapped him back to reality, and he jumped a little.
Trillian sighed and pulled out her other gun, one that wasn't nearly as nice as the first. It was a Ruger P89 Manual Safety Centerfire Pistol, to be exact, and it had one hell of a kick. She slid in a spare clip and looked back out into the street. The men were at ten yards and counting.
Sands listened intently.
"Take me to the alley entrance." He ordered, not leaving room for questioning.
Trillian bit her lip, but helped him to the opening anyway.
"They're to your left." She said softly, watching him handle the gun.
5 yards.
"Okay. When they hit the ground, run. There's bound to be more of them out there." He said, wetting his parched lips.
"Right." Trillian said uncertainly.
3 yards away.
Sands fired like a crazy person, emptying all eight rounds into the oncoming men, and Trillian stepped out behind him, firing as well. Ten seconds and it was over.
Sands turned. "Did I get them?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Uh...yeah!" Trillian said with a smile. "You got all of them."
Sands handed her back the gun.
"Thanks." He said, nodding. Trillian took it back carefully, and returned it to its holster.
"Okay...let's go." She said, leading him out of the alley, and down the street.
He was limping, and Trillian felt half pity, half embarrassment of being seen with this guy. She kicked herself mentally.
How could you think such a thing?! She demanded of herself, scowling slightly.
Sands, meanwhile, was in so much pain that he was sure that if he still had his eyes, he wouldn't be able to see straight. He smiled a little at the thought, but smiling hurt too much, so he stopped.
"Where are we going?" He asked suddenly, stumbling a little over a trashcan lid.
"My sister's house. You'll be safe there, I swear." Trillian said reassuringly, resisting the urge to hug the poor guy right there. He sounded so helpless, and looked worse.
He only nodded, and continued to walk, not saying another word.
After twenty minutes of walking with a blind man in Mexico, Trillian was sure they were near a taxi service. Her hunch was right. The dingy, graffiti-covered building was like a Godsend, and for the first time in her life, bad BO was not at the top of her concerns list.
Anyway...on with the story! *****************************************************************
Sands sighed from his position against the wall, next to Trillian. He was growing impatient with her, and it was no surprise. He was one of the best damn agents there were, and she treated him like a civilian.
"Give me your gun." He ordered, heaving himself away from the rough stucco.
Trillian shook her head, then realized he couldn't see her. She slid another clip into the gun, and Sands lost it. He lunged for the gun, wrestling it away from her. After a moment she let go, because she really didn't feel like getting shot.
Sands straightened up, releasing the safety on the gun. A 45AP Double Action Semi-Automatic Pistol, 8 + 1 Round Capacity, Sands thought, impressed. Nice...
The sound of gunfire down the street snapped him back to reality, and he jumped a little.
Trillian sighed and pulled out her other gun, one that wasn't nearly as nice as the first. It was a Ruger P89 Manual Safety Centerfire Pistol, to be exact, and it had one hell of a kick. She slid in a spare clip and looked back out into the street. The men were at ten yards and counting.
Sands listened intently.
"Take me to the alley entrance." He ordered, not leaving room for questioning.
Trillian bit her lip, but helped him to the opening anyway.
"They're to your left." She said softly, watching him handle the gun.
5 yards.
"Okay. When they hit the ground, run. There's bound to be more of them out there." He said, wetting his parched lips.
"Right." Trillian said uncertainly.
3 yards away.
Sands fired like a crazy person, emptying all eight rounds into the oncoming men, and Trillian stepped out behind him, firing as well. Ten seconds and it was over.
Sands turned. "Did I get them?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Uh...yeah!" Trillian said with a smile. "You got all of them."
Sands handed her back the gun.
"Thanks." He said, nodding. Trillian took it back carefully, and returned it to its holster.
"Okay...let's go." She said, leading him out of the alley, and down the street.
He was limping, and Trillian felt half pity, half embarrassment of being seen with this guy. She kicked herself mentally.
How could you think such a thing?! She demanded of herself, scowling slightly.
Sands, meanwhile, was in so much pain that he was sure that if he still had his eyes, he wouldn't be able to see straight. He smiled a little at the thought, but smiling hurt too much, so he stopped.
"Where are we going?" He asked suddenly, stumbling a little over a trashcan lid.
"My sister's house. You'll be safe there, I swear." Trillian said reassuringly, resisting the urge to hug the poor guy right there. He sounded so helpless, and looked worse.
He only nodded, and continued to walk, not saying another word.
After twenty minutes of walking with a blind man in Mexico, Trillian was sure they were near a taxi service. Her hunch was right. The dingy, graffiti-covered building was like a Godsend, and for the first time in her life, bad BO was not at the top of her concerns list.