State of War by Tom Clancy; Steve Pieczenik

Author:Tom Clancy; Steve Pieczenik
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Action & Adventure, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fiction, Science Fiction, Adventure, Internet, General, Thriller
ISBN: 9780141011400
Publisher: Gardners Books
Published: 2009-11-15T23:00:00+00:00

Edging out of the dark, he stayed low and duck walked toward the guard. He angled to his left a little,

so the guard would stay backlit by the office lights. He was still thirty feet or so away when the guard reached the door and, after checking it out, got ready to shove it open. Junior softly tossed the gravel at the wall to the man's left, underhanded, and came up from his squat and into his isosceles stance. The little rocks, all pea-sized or smaller, pattered against the metal siding like a sudden gust of hard rain, making a lot of noise in the quiet night. Guard Man was wired tight. He twisted fast, lit the wall up with the flash--and it was bright, even not pointing at Junior, who had slitted his eyes tight to protect his night vision. Had to be bad on the guard's eyes. The guy held the light and his weapon right at chest-level, textbook perfect. The guy started to sweep the light his way Junior had already brought his left hand over to cup his right; now he shoved the revolver out like he was punching somebody in the throat, and yelled, "How's your sister?!"

The guard was good. He never paused to think about that, but came on around, that big ole floodlight beam of his leading, but Junior started pulling the trigger as soon as he yelled, indexing his hold just above the flashlight and walking his aim up. Three double-taps, pow-pow! to the high chest, pow-pow! to the neck, pow-pow." to where he figured the guy's head had to be--the guard's pistol roared, adding its yellow-orange blast to the bright light. A .45, like Junior figured. Between the flashlight and the muzzle blast, Junior's night vision was pretty well shot, but he wasn't hit--he wasn't hit! A moment later the light fell, and then the guy did, too. Junior heard him thump hard on the concrete, and the guard's shot, wherever it went, hadn't hit him! Junior came up from his crouch, holstered the empty gun with his right hand as he drew the full one with his left, fast and smooth like he had practiced a thousand times. He hurried forward, ready to cook again if the guy moved, but when he got there, he could see in the reflected gleam of the still-lit tactical light on the ground that the guy was done. Had a vest on, Guard Man did, and if it was as good as the rest of his gear, it stopped the first two rounds, but the higher ones got him. Junior saw three entry holes, one in the neck just under the chin, one in the right cheekbone, the last one into the hairline on the same side. An inch or two higher and that last one would have missed. One of his six had missed, but so what? In the dark like that, five were enough, especially with three of them hitting paydirt. He'd take it.

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