GUNS – Christy Grace Scarlet Pen

Shoot Out | Short Story

He snapped his head around the old car and a bullet whipped by his cheek. Pulling back just in time, Oliver breathed in and out as he silently moved his hands in the symbol for a cross.

Lifting his head back up, he raised his own gun, firing at one of the cops who had been chasing him. A sharp pain zipped through his shoulder, and he was pulled back by an unseen force.

Oliver took in deep breaths, watching as the blood started to trickle out onto his pale blue shirt. He wrapped his other hand over the wound, gun starting to slip out of the other.

“Give up Oliver! You’ve been injured, you need a doctor,” one of the cops yelled out to him. He rolled his eyes, checking the area for an escape. He was boxed in. Checking his magazine, he groaned at the sight of the two bullets left. One in chamber, and two in the clip; he had three chances.

“We’ll go on record that you surrendered, it’ll go a long way to make your sentence lighter.”

Oliver exhaled; he knew that wouldn’t make a difference. This was his third time being arrested for armed robbery. As he shifted in his spot, Oliver checked quickly from behind the car. The two cops were closer than they were before. He was out of options.

Phillip and Michael had the suspect cornered; he had nowhere to go. They were trying to talk him into a surrender. At least that would be a more peaceful ending to this chase.

“I can’t go back to jail!” He yelled from behind his barricade.

Michael motioned for them to move closer and they quickly advanced. This showdown was going to end in a few minutes, and Phillip wanted to be on alert.
The smash of a gunshot filled the junkyard and Phillip shared a look with Michael. No bullet had whipped past them, so where did it go?

The realisation crossed their minds at the same time and Phillip frowned as Michael lowered his gun with a shrug. He had killed himself instead of going back to prison.
Slowly, they moved towards the grizzly scene, guns still raised in case.

At the edge of the junkyard car, Phillip took up a positing right behind Michael as he stepped forward. The flash of the pistol felt blinding in slow motion, and Phillip lunged forward. His partner fell to the ground and the suspect jumped up from behind the car.

Phillip fired off three bullets before he could release the trigger, and he watched as the suspect crashed onto the hood of the car. Stuck in place, Phillip waited until he was sure the criminal wasn’t going to move, then he turned.

Michael held the place in his chest where the bullet landed, breathing heavily, “Lucky I was wearing my vest.”

Thanks for reading this short story! Keep checking back for more stories, adventures and general wonderings.

See You in the Adventures!
Christy Grace

WHAT NOW | Hannah Carmichael Chronicles (SIXTY-EIGHT)

Your Briefing:

Hannah Carmichael is a Super Spy, who was trying to take down CGT – the evil spy agency, which she used to be a part of. Her husband Zeke, was secretly working to take them down, and roped Hannah (and her fellow agent and best friend, Stephanie) into the fight.
Hannah’s mother Evelyn was a CGT and Global enemy, but now, she seems to have been on the same side all along. Her Father James, was believed to be dead, and missing for over a decade, but revealed himself from the fight in the shadows to help take them down once and for all.
With Hannah’s memories sketchy after a CGT Kidnapping, it was decided that a mission may jog her memories. Desperate to remember, and to stop the World War III event – Cataclysm – will Hannah regain her memory, and stop a CGT weapons shipment?

SIXTY-EIGHT

The roar of an aeroplane overhead flooded Hannah’s ears as she tried to decipher Zeke’s shouts above the noise.
“What?” She asked, finally abandoning the idea that she could determine the words. He waited for the plane to pass over then pointed to the far right of the small airport, “That’s your position in the far right. The weapons shipment will land in Strip 7!”
Hannah nodded and the three agents split up, each taking a different vantage point. She wasn’t sure if this was going to bring back her memories, but Stephanie’s was coming back with every experience, so why not hers?

As she ducked behind an abandoned information counter, Hannah set herself up as if she worked there and sighed.
“You know I think this is a ridiculous idea right?” Zeke asked through their communication earwigs.
“Maybe, maybe not. The brain is an interesting maze,” Hannah said quietly as two pilots passed her on the tarmac.
“I guess, but putting yourself in danger when you don’t actually remember who it is your chasing, seems ridiculous.”
Hannah tried not to chuckle. “Okay, I’ll give you that one, but I have to try and jolt my memory back somehow. Then we can go public with this CGT agency, and blow the lid off their plans. Memories or not, I want to stop a world war.”
“Guys, incoming!” Stephanie shouted into the earwig as a large plane descended on Strip 7. Being the closest to the plane, her voice was barely audible above the sounds of the jet turbines. Hannah took in a breath, and checked for the gun that she had tucked into her waist.
“When they come out we’ll attack, and use the surprise to take out as many as possible. We can’t let these weapons reach CGT.”
As the plane got closer, even Zeke’s voice was beginning to fade under the noise. Hannah quickly made her way closer to the plane, which was now on the ground.
She reached cover and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath, until shouts echoed from the direction of the plane.
Zeke started the count, “One, two, three!”

She turned and let shots fly from her gun as the three agents struck down the CGT weapons suppliers. When no others emerged, they slowly made their way closer to the plane. Flames licked out from all open spaces and Stephanie waved her arms, “Get back!”
The force of the blast slammed Hannah into the side of a truck and her ears rang with the aftershock. When she finally looked up, Zeke was yelling, his voice slowly becoming audible.
“Let’s go!” He shouted, helping her to her feet. They moved swiftly back to their car and Zeke skidded away from the explosion.
What now?

Author’s Note:

Thanks for reading the latest instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back Soon for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there!
Christy Grace