David Golemon - Legacy

“By all means, keep coming forward,” a voice said from above.

Carl stopped and Sebastian almost ran into him. Tram was nowhere in sight.

“I want the German to turn back down the slope and be back here in five minutes with two of the weapons from the blockhouse. If he has not made it back by that time, your Mrs. Hamilton will see Paradise this day.”

Everett saw the Mechanic as he looked out from behind a wall of stone over the small alcove leading to the underground river. Then he saw a line of about twenty men as they watched from a place of concealment. He took no shots at any of them. Their only hope was Tram and his sniper rifle.

“Deal. Let Mrs. Hamilton go and I will honor Colonel Collins’s word to you,” Carl said, hoping to buy Tram time.

He heard several shouts followed automatic weapons fire on the trail above them. As Carl ducked back into the rocks he heard the familiar sound of Tram’s M-14 opening up. Everett grimaced and cursed, knowing that Tram had been discovered. The M-14 was silenced as the small private realized his one shot at surprise had been lost.

“You astound me in your arrogance, Captain. Now just to be clear as to my intent, I will have the man who thought he could outflank me shot.”

He heard commands given and then more automatic fire erupted from above. As Carl swung around, he and Sebastian saw the Vietnamese private fall from the outcropping he had been hiding behind. They watched as his body hit the rocks ten feet below. Everett closed his eyes and wondered how many people would have to die over this.

“I am waiting, Captain. You have lost your best asset. Everyone else has to come up here facing entrenched positions-he was your last hope for diversion.”

Just as Everett was about to acquiesce to the command, another long burst of automatic weapons fire opened up from above. But this time it wasn’t directed at them or anyone below. It was coming from the Mechanic’s left. The rounds hit his men with deadly accuracy and dropped them like turkeys in a line. The Mechanic’s eyes widened and he pulled Alice in front of him as the last two men dropped at his feet. He had no idea how his men could have been outflanked. The hundred soldiers far below in the gallery couldn’t have come up the slope without being discovered. He placed a gun to Alice’s head. She didn’t fight. She knew all along who it was that lay in ambush, waiting for the terrorist. It was someone the Mechanic could never outthink, and someone Alice had known would be there from the moment she was taken.

As they both watched the trail ahead of them, Garrison Lee stepped out of the shadows. His Ingram submachine gun was still smoking as he stood his ground in front of the Mechanic. Alice could see the spark of life in the old man’s one good eye. The other, covered with the eye patch, was just below the old battered fedora. The senator said nothing as he took in the scene before him. Alice could see the sweat running down Lee’s face.

“You are the dead man I saw in the tent,” the Mechanic said. He tightened his grip on Alice.

“I knew you would come for me, you stubborn old bastard.” Alice looked at the man she had loved for well over seventy years.

“You didn’t think I would miss this, did you, old girl?” Lee looked at the Ingram in his hands and saw that the bolt was locked back, meaning the gun was empty. He raised his eyes and then tossed the weapon away.

“Raise your hands, old man,” the Mechanic said, pointing his automatic in Lee’s direction.

Instead of complying, Lee slowly sat down on a large rock. He removed his hat and wiped sweat from his brow.

“Will you excuse me if I tell you to go to hell?” Garrison said. He leaned over and tried to catch his breath. “It took everything I had to get here and see this young lady once more. Sorry, old girl, but that’s all I had.”

Alice felt the sting of warm tears clouding her eyes.

“It was more than enough, Garrison. I love you for trying so hard. I knew you would.”

Lee just chuckled as he tried to straighten up.

“She will be the last thing you do see, old man.”

Lee finally looked up at the man who held the woman he loved.

“Young man,” he said. He brought the old fedora up to knee level. “Better men than you have been saying that for many years. I find you and your kind far more despicable than you will ever know.” Lee took a deep breath, and knew by the sound that he had ruptured something deep in his chest. He continued walking anyway, to give Everett more time to get there in case he faltered. “You take what is good in something and twist it with your love of killing, when you know deep down inside that the way of murder is not the true way. I find you most distasteful.”

“Then I will show you mercy and relieve you of your life and your concerns for my ways. And then I will blow this woman’s brains all over your dead body when I am finished.”

“You’re finished right now,” Lee said as his fedora exploded. The 45 automatic Lee had used in the war fired twice. He hoped Everett was prepared to move. The first bullet hit the Mechanic in the shoulder, barely missing Alice’s head. The impact allowed Alice to twist away as the second bullet hit the Mechanic’s right forearm, sending his gun hand away from her.

The Mechanic, shocked, heard for only a moment the shots coming from behind him as four nine-millimeter bullets slammed into the back of his head, throwing him forward onto the trail. Everett ran up with Sebastian close behind.

As Alice ran toward a sitting Garrison Lee, she saw him toss the ruined fedora away and then stare at her as she came to him and took his large, thin frame into her arms. She collapsed against him and he held her.

“I ruined my damn hat,” he said, as he placed his arms around her for the first time with anyone watching. He squeezed her as she cried. “There, there, knock it off. You’ll embarrass us in front of the German.”

As Everett and Sebastian took in the scene in front of them, they failed to notice a man that Lee had only grazed rise to his feet and take aim at Alice and Lee. Carl, unable to react in time, shouted loudly in fear and frustration as the terrorist aimed. Suddenly, a single shot echoed loudly in the now still gallery. The terrorist spun away and fell down the slope, dead.

“I’ll be damned,” Sebastian said.

A hundred yards down the slope he and Everett could see Tram, bloodied and dirty from his fall and with more than one bullet in his body, lower the pistol he had used and then, exhausted, turn and sit down.

“I guess he can shoot anything,” Sebastian said. He looked at Everett. “I’ll flip a coin with you to see who gets to take him home.”

Everett smiled and then moved off to tend to Lee. “You’ll have to ask Jack. I think he’s already claimed him.”

Lee held Alice. They both were content. Alice could feel Lee’s heart through his shirt and knew it was fighting a losing battle. She finally looked up as she noticed Everett standing over them.

“I think your hat’s had it, Senator,” Everett said, and reached down and pulled Alice to her feet.

“Funny, that was the one thing I was going to give you in my will,” Lee said as he tried but failed to look up at Carl.

“We have medics on the way,” he said as he held Alice. “They’ll take a look at you, sir.”

“They’ll look, but that’s all they’ll do. How is Jack?”

Everett’s silence was enough for Garrison Lee.

Alice turned and watched as Lee lay back against the large rock. With his good eye he fixed her with that look that said everything without his having to say a word. She pulled away from Everett and went to Garrison. She sat with him for a while.