About a mile away the phone beeped. It found a signal. We called for help. The Agent on the line said there was a retired doctor in a cabin nearby. They would try to alert him. With that I looked at Christina. Or I looked at her back. She was already on the way back to Jack. Times like this I should remember that I don’t need to protect her I need to support her. We made it back to the cabin. She went in to build a homemade travois with plenty of duct tape. Actually, we had Gorilla tape but Duct tape seems more MacGyver. I went on the roof. From there I could see the battle. Just as I looked a guy on the bridge exploded and was tossed into the ice and water. I thought, “the kind of ammo is he using?” Jack was talking to someone. I couldn’t tell what he was saying. All I do know was it wasn’t to me.
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Jack waited for them to walk out on the ice then he opened fire full auto. He cut one nearly in half and sent the rest into the river were the current took them away. That is when Jack seemed to pass out. I took aim and shot the remaining gunmen. We carried Jack into the cabin and tried to dress his wounds. I hope the tampons are not a bad idea. Christina said she once saw her father do this with one of his employers. From there we Gorilla taped him to the homemade contraption. She made it out of a couple of folding chairs, a set of skis and lots of tape. If it holds out then it will do. Jack was in and out on the way to the cabin. He kept calling one of us TC which I think is a character from the old television show Magnum P.I... How he thought this hellish snow scape was Hawaii I just don’t know.
We made it to the cabin. A man in what could best be described as an Elmer Fud cosplay shotgun and all greeted us. And by greet, I mean he pointed his double barrel ten gage at us. All that was missing was a wabbit hunting season sign. Inside the doctor worked on Jack. As he undressed his wounds he found the tampons. He shook his head and said, “you two have seen way too many gangster movies.” Without missing a beat Christina said, “my life is a gangster movie.” He looked up at her said asked, “Coppola, Scorsese, or De Palma?” She thought about it and said, “Scorsese’s Goodfellas with Vodka and Russian accents.” The doctor went to the window and looked out then he went to his radio and called for help.
An hour later search and rescue arrived along with the FBI. We had put our weapons in a back bedroom and told the doctor he could keep them. He was happy to find out the M4 was full auto. God help the rabbits. Somebody needs to get that Rabbit a flak jacket. The FBI took us from there to a hotel near the coast. It was empty and closed for the season. They reopened just for us. Jack was airlifted to a hospital. They were displeased to find out we lost the guns. What they don’t know won’t hurt us. Just the rabbits.
About 4 weeks later we found ourselves on a beach in Hawaii. We were in a four-star resort with all the amenities. Uncle Dave came around to check up on us. I called Sampson Uncle Dave and it nearly broke him. He went all red faced and almost cartoonish angry. I swear I saw steam. The FBI worked with a judge to release what was left of her father’s estate. While we were in the icy north her father was killed in a drive-by while being moved to a court house. Christina was resolute. She knew that he would end violently and was ready for it most of her life. After his death, the Russians let the FBI know that they were not looking for us anymore. The supposedly said it wasn’t worth the manpower. They loss too many men hunting down someone who didn’t matter anymore. We sat there on the beach and thought about the last few months. Christina got the idea to call Jack and offer him and his family a room at the resort. Oh, did I mention her father had a lot of money. We bought a resort in Hawaii.
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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