Ken Goddard - Prey
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"Here," he said as he set the 12-gauge shotgun in MacDonald's lap. "Far as I'm concerned, you can shoot both of them any time you want."
Then, drawing the. 45 SIG-Sauer from his shoulder holster, Dwight Stoner started hobbling on his single crutch toward the distant stairwell.
Chapter Forty-Six
"All right!"
"Yes, sir. Way to go, FBI!"
The sight of the man in the FBI raid jacket taking out Gunter Aben in two quick shots brought a rousing cheer from Larry Paxton and the Louisiana wildlife sergeant, the only two, apparently, with enough breath or energy to yell.
After verifying that Carine Mueller and Gunter Aben were dead and that no more ICER counterterrorists were in the immediate area, the raid team pulled together into a defensive position and began to treat their wounded.
As they did so, the pulsing alarm and the flashing-red warning lights suddenly went out, leaving the area illuminated only by the pale yellow glow of the battery- powered emergency lights.
"What the hell's going on now?" Larry Paxton demanded, but Henry Lightstone and the others just shrugged, intent only upon finding Alex Chareaux, the infamous Gerd Maas, and whoever else remained of his counterterrorist team.
Then, as the seemingly impatient blue-jacketed figure followed them from the catwalk above, Henry Lightstone, Larry Paxton, Gary Brickard, and the Louisiana sergeant slowly and cautiously moved forward into the mock forest of the mountain cabin simulation area.
They left behind the remaining Louisiana officer-who had caught a 9mm round in the knee from Gunter Aben's last flurry-to stay with his far more severely wounded buddy and to provide rear-guard support.
Spreading out and moving as carefully and quietly as they could through the amazingly lifelike concrete and plastic trees, brush and rock, the four men never saw Kimiko Osan pop out of the concealed trapdoor, and were aware of her presence only when she opened up on Brickard and the Louisiana sergeant with a burst of 5.56mm rounds from her laser-sighted Colt Commando submachine gun.
Both men went down, and Kimiko Osan was running for her next position when a concussive ka-boom! echoed throughout the cavernous simulation area. The impact of the. 44 round sent the small, young, and incredibly fast counterterrorist tumbling to the floor as her laser-sighted weapon clattered away in the semidarkness.
"Nice shot, buddy," Gary Brickard, the veteran gunny sergeant muttered, grateful for the overhead cover as he quickly set his M-16 aside and knelt down beside the groaning Louisiana sergeant-vaguely aware of the pain in his lower hip from the one 9mm round that he hadn't absorbed with his vest-and began to apply a field dressing to the wildlife officer's shattered upper thigh.
Ka-boom!
Ka-boom! Ka-boom!
The first. 44 bullet caught Master Gunnery Sergeant Gary Brickard full in the lower throat just above his vest and smashed him back into the trunk of a concrete tree. The second and third bullets exploded chunks of concrete off of an adjoining tree trunk just above Larry Paxton's rapidly ducking head as Henry Lightstone recovered and sent a half-dozen 10mm rounds up at the blue-jacketed figure, who immediately twisted back behind one of the armored glass panels that had been installed to protect observers from an accidently deflected round.
"What the hell?" Larry Paxton screamed…
Ka-boom! Ka-boom! Ka-booml
… and then dove behind a much larger concrete trunk as Paul Saltmann took advantage of his overhead position to come around to the edge of an armored glass panel and send three more. 44 rounds streaking down at the two scrambling figures.
Dumping the expended casings and pulling a heavy speed-loader out of his jacket pocket as he ran forward to the end of the walkway where it extended out over the middle of the "forested" simulation area, Paul Saltmann quickly reloaded and extended the powerful handgun around the edge of another glass panel in a two-handed grip. He fired two rounds down at the fleeing figure of Gerd Maas, and three more at Henry Lightstone, who was unsuccessfully trying to shoot back up through the armored glass at the silhouette of Paul Saltmann.
The ear protectors that Paul Saltmann wore were more effective than he realized, and it was only the clattering sound of a. 44 brass casing knocked by Dwight Stoner's single crutch that made him spin around and trigger off one more concussive round.
The stunning impact of the. 44 round sent Dwight Stoner staggering backward, knocking the. 45 SIG-Sauer out of his hand and down into the concrete-and-plastic forest as his wrist struck the leading edge of one of the armored glass panels.
Paul Saltmann was certainly aware that the raiding agents were likely to be wearing vests capable of stopping the penetration of his. 44 expanding bullets, and he was skilled enough with his deadly weapon to have gone for a head shot every time. But he also knew that the center of the body was the easiest shot, and that his hand-loaded rounds really did hit like a freight train. The impacts were so devastating that no one had ever gotten back up from one of his shots, anyway.
Thus the fact that Dwight Stoner was still standing after being shot from only twenty feet away shocked Paul Saltmann so thoroughly that for the first time in his professional life, he actually tried to fire a seventh round from a six-shot revolver.
The loud click! of the firing pin striking the base of the empty casing jolted Saltmann back to reality, and his right hand dropped down to his jacket pocket for another speed-loader as he broke open the heavy cylinder of the revolver and dumped the casings…
"Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhh!"
"No!"
… and then both Saltmann and Stoner screamed in rage as the ex-tackle for the Oakland Raiders threw aside his crutch and lunged forward into a bruising heads-up tackle that sent both men crashing through the gap in the armored glass panels and falling to the concrete-treed floor far below.
Lightstone and Paxton saw the two bodies plummet toward the trees, and both men started to run forward when a mechanical figure suddenly swung around one of the massive tree trunks and fired three rounds straight into the middle of Larry Paxton's fire-fighting jacket.
Caught off guard and wincing against the shock he should have felt, Paxton blinked and then looked down at the three bright yellow splotches of paint in the center of his chest.
"Whaaat?"
"Robotic simulators. Ignore them," Lightstone said as they began to move through the concrete trees again, heading toward the clearing where Dwight Stoner and Paul Saltmann lay sprawled facedown.
They had taken only ten steps when the next simulator came around the tree to Paxton's right and fired three more shots.
The first impact left a bright yellow spot on the black agent's muscular upper arm. The second shattered both bones in his forearm, causing him to drop his SIG-Sauer. The third caught him just as he was turning away, so that the bullet went under his vest from the side, tearing into the muscle and fatty tissue of his stomach.
"Shit!" Larry Paxton screamed, rolling away and fumbling for his lost SIG-Sauer as two more simulators popped up behind a nearby bush.
Snarling with rage, Henry Lightstone dropped both simulators with head shots before they could fire off a single round, started toward Paxton, saw three more simulators come around trees and dropped all three in a series of movements that were pure instinct before he managed to roll away behind a protective concrete tree trunk.
Looking down at his jacket, he saw a single yellow paint splotch in the center of his chest.
"Larry, you okay?" he hissed.
"Ain't good, but I'm okay," the shaken agent responded.
"Listen, don't move. These things respond to movement, and they're programmed to go for the center of mass."
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