The Ex-cop
Copyright© 2023 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 3: The Attack
Things went smoothly for the first week. On Thursday Robert came down stairs dress. I asked where he was going and he said to the store to buy groceries.
“Not going to happen. Make a list and I will send Jamal.” The next week I sent one of the others and again the third week. Finally it was my turn. I got the list and headed to the store. I drove Robert’s Mustang. Man I love that car! I was just about to open it up on a long straight stretch of road when I saw the black chopper. It was heading to the Robert’s compound!
I slammed on the brakes, turned the steering wheel and skidded to a stop going in the opposite direction. I floored the gas pedal and raced as fast as that Mustang could run back to the compound. The gate was closed and I did not wait for it to be opened. I could hear gunfire from that .50 caliber! I skidded to a stop in front of the house and ran in thru the front door. I heard explosions going off out back. In my room I grabbed my .45 and a rifle. Now I could join the fight!
Just as I was running thru the house I heard a big explosion! It was the chopper. I checked in the control room. Robert was inside. Good he was safe. That control room had a steel door and he talked to me on the intercom thru the door. As far as he could tell all my team were okay and doing a sweep of the area. The chopper was destroyed. I told him to keep the door locked until I came back. I turned and that’s when I saw her.
Her? Yes her! She was Leona Yassin, better known as the Lioness of Africa. A known terrorist who is on every watch list ever compiled. I had met her one time before. Most called it a draw, but I always thought I had won. I had managed to take out her left eye and she was wearing her eye patch today. She touched the patch and screamed my name. Then she ran towards me like we were going to finish our fight of four years ago. That was when my team was guarding a Saudi prince who was visiting near the Yemen border. I had no intentions of finishing that fight. Finishing her? Yes but not in hand to hand combat. She might get lucky this time. Her ugly ass stopped about 20 feet from me when that .45 came up from behind my right hip. The first rule of a gunfight is “Bring a gun.” She obliviously forgot! My first round hit her directly in the chest the second went thru her good eye, her brains or what little she had were on the floor behind her. About that time Jamal came in the back door.
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