Trev

I really hate Miami.

I felt one of my rear tires go out. I cursed and gunned the engine. It was entirely possible to drive without a tire. I adjusted my steering to compensate for the drift. Pulled all the lessons from Pa about driving with a bum tire.

Surprising amount, really.

I figured I had maybe fifteen seconds before-

Oh, why, of course that godforsaken Hummer is on my tail in five seconds.

I gunned the engine and struggled to maintain control as the car pulled left and right like a menopausal housewife. I gritted my teeth and swung it left, cutting across traffic and into the sidewalk. I felt the rim and tire fall off and the back left drop and skid. I cursed. But the damage was done. I was at the sidewalk.

I maintain a mental map of the surroundings of the surroundings of any place that I am going to be spending a significant amount of time. The Sunburst Hotel was situated near a minor waterway. If I got to that, Mother Ocean would protect me. They'd have to coordinate with the MDPD Maritime and it could take an hour for boats to be there. In that time I would be gone.

I launched myself out of the car. Between me and Mother Ocean was one of those parks/botanical gardens. It was situated in a depression. Winding walkways flanked by concrete terraces filled with plantlife led the way down to the depression. In the middle of the depression was one of those weird neo-impressionist statues of twisted metal.

I hopped onto the terrace and jumped over depressed walkway. It took all my concentration not to send myself face first into the concrete.

I landed in the depression proper. Between me and Mother Ocean was about fifty yards of open space and railing about four feet tall meant to keep kids from falling in.

It's what we were taught. In Recon School, BUD/S, all amphibious schools I went to. Mother Ocean was your friend, if you were tough enough and smart enough to survive. If in doubt, head toward the ocean. Or the river. Any body of water in which you can hide and evade.

All these thoughts left my mind as I felt a bullet zoom past it.

In a flash I had my Smith & Wesson 10mm in my hands. My mind became like that of an alligator. If you kick an alligator, it bites you without hesitation. I mentally figured the direction of the shooter based on the feel of the bullet as it zoomed by.

Left side.

I leaped to the right side of the statue and brought my weapon to bear. My eyes locked onto them. Three of them. Hanguns, mid-sized. Black. Different colored suits. In the lead was Grey, on his left was Black and the right was Brown.

I fired twice. Brown crumpled as the 10mm DoubleTap Ironmans entered his body and mushroomed.

Black and Grey split. Black went right, Grey right. In my peripherals I saw Black fire at something out of my field of vision. I saw Black jerk and crumple as someone shot him back.

Grey fired at my. I felt the statue vibrate as the rounds connected with my cover. I narrowed my field of vision to the triangle made the outside of his eyes and his chin.

I fired once. He crumpled.

I sprinted to the water. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.

I heard "Officer Down!" as I jumped into the safe, cool grasp of Mother Ocean.

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