Scott Andrews - School's Out Forever

“Where is he?”

“Dead. Your C.O. too. Sorry.” I meant the apology, but I can see how that wouldn’t have mattered to her.

“Why you…” She took one step forward. There was a sharp echoing crack and one of the cobbles at her feet splintered into flying shards. She froze.

Nice shot, Rowles.

There was another shot and I heard a cry of “Fuck!” from the other soldier. Green making his presence felt — under the circumstances he’d agreed to use the gun, but had sworn he wouldn’t shoot anybody. I hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

“Do I have your attention?” I asked.

The woman nodded.

“Yeah,” came the nervous reply from one o’clock.

“Would everybody except the soldiers please sit down.”

Silently, all the children and adults sank to the floor. Not much protection if bullets started flying, but it was something. I could see both soldiers clearly now, above everyone’s heads. Time for my big speech.

“I woke up this morning feeling nervous,” I began. “I planned to take two of these children into a hostile, dangerous situation and put their lives at risk. Mine too. I had a plan and I was determined that no-one would get killed. But I should know by now that plans rarely work. As soon as you start waving guns around somebody dies. Somebody always dies.

“But I thought I was doing the right thing. There were children who needed rescuing from bad people, and I decided it was my job to do that. You might think that was arrogant and reckless of me, but no-one else was going to rescue them. Not the police, not the army.

“Anyway, the decision to take action was mine alone. And we rescued those kids. But two people died. Two vicious, evil bastards, but people all the same. And I’m a doctor. It’s my job to save lives, not take them. But you two are the sixth and seventh people today to aim guns at me and I’m sick to the back fucking teeth of it. So here’s where things stand.

“Your C.O. is dead. His second-in-command is dead. Every one of your colleagues is dead. You two are the only surviving members of your team and both of you are in the crosshairs of the telescopic sights of sniper rifles. If I give the word your heads will be blown off. Then we’ll take your corpses to the farm we raided this morning, pile you up outside it, pour petrol over you and set you on fire.

“When your friends come looking for you they’ll find evidence of a firefight and they’ll think you died fighting vicious child traffickers. And when they come here we’ll be ready for them. With tea and cake. Then maybe second time round things will go a little better for everyone.

“To be honest, we’d probably be better off if I killed you now. But I’m sick of killing and I’d really like to go to bed tonight without any more blood on my hands.

“So put your guns down and I promise that you won’t be hurt.”

I had the guy at “I woke up”, his face told me that. But the woman was a different story. Even as she laid her gun on the ground I knew what was coming. I opened my mouth to tell Rowles to shoot, but I was too late. She crouched to lay the gun down and then sprang forward like a sprinter off a starting block, a large knife suddenly in her hand.

Rowles managed a shot but she was too fast. She was on me before I could get out of her way. She led with the knife, going straight for my heart. I managed to turn just in time and the blade nicked one of my ribs and bounced off again. I was wearing a green t-shirt and the blade didn’t snag at all, which told me how sharp it was. I didn’t feel the pain of the cut for a few seconds, just the glancing impact, and by the time I felt the sting I was too busy to scream.

As the knife carried on past me she lowered her shoulder and took me in the midriff, winding me and sending me flying backwards on to the cold, hard cobbles. I went down hard, with her on top of me. My right shoulder smashed into the stones and I was unable to stop my head bouncing off a cobble, which left me briefly dazed.

Some of my old training was still in there, even all these years later, and I heard Cooper telling me to rush a gun and flee a knife. Which was perhaps not the best advice for my subconscious to offer me at that precise moment. The other thing I remembered Coop teaching me was that if you find yourself in a knife fight, the most important thing is to never, ever lose track of your opponent’s blade.

I must have reacted automatically, because when my head stopped spinning I was lying flat on my back with the soldier astride me, both my hands wrapped around her wrist, trying to stop the knife coming down. She was snarling and furious, but controlled. I’d been in fights before, but if this woman really was army trained then I was in serious trouble; she’d know moves I’d never even heard of, and she wouldn’t hesitate to kill me.

I saw Caroline out of the corner of my eye, moving to get up and come to my aid. I shouted at her to stay where she was as I suddenly stopped blocking the knife and instead pushed left with all my strength, shoving the knife aside for a split second and bringing the soldier’s head and shoulders closer. Then I sat bolt upright and smashed my forehead into the bridge of her nose. There was a sharp crack and a crunch then she reeled backwards, blood spurting everywhere, still with her knees keeping me on the ground.

I let go of her wrist and hit her as hard as I could, pushing her broken nose into her face with the heel of my hand, releasing a small explosion of blood and making her scream.

Before I could press my advantage her left elbow slammed into the side of my head and then I felt something swipe past my face. The knife. As it swung out on its arc, trailing blood from my cheek, I brought both arms to my chest and shoved up and forwards with all my strength, knocking her backwards. Then I pulled my legs in, toppling her on to the cobbles.

There was a shot and I felt something tug my shirt. My attacker grunted as Rowles’ bullet hit the ground an inch from her head.

“That nearly hit me!” I yelled.

“Sorry,” he shouted back from the roof of the main building where he was lying safely at the roof’s edge. “Just trying to help.”

“Do me a favour and don’t.”

But the distraction had enabled the soldier to regain her footing as well.

The shining blade formed the centre of a circle as we sidled around each other looking for an opening. Then she took me by surprise, darting sideways to grab a girl by the hair, pushing the point of the knife into her throat.

The girl’s name was Lucy. She was ten and had long red hair and freckles. She wore thick specs and had buck teeth, but she sang like an angel and was nobody’s fool. She went rigid with fear as the soldier threatened to slit her throat.

“Up,” said the soldier. Nervously, Lucy rose to her feet. The soldier wrapped herself around the girl, keeping her as a human shield between herself and Rowles.

“Anybody follows us, the girl dies,” she snarled.

I nodded.

“Barker, get your gun, we’re leaving,” she said.

The male soldier slowly took his hands off his head.

“Don’t move, Barker,” I said. He stopped, unsure which way to jump.

The woman pressed the knife just a bit harder and Lucy yelped.

“I fucking mean it, bitch,” growled the woman.

“The second she dies my boy on the roof will end you,” I said, then I walked, as casually as I could given that I was shaking like a leaf, over to Barker the squaddie. Our eyes locked as I reached out and removed his sidearm. The look on my face must have been convincing, because he didn’t resist. I felt the cold metal thing nestle itself into my hand as I turned back to face the girl I’d sworn to protect, and the woman who was threatening her life.