iPhone Notes Story – 03.05.15 – PHX-DFW

Cornered. Trapped. Nowhere to turn. A half-dozen in the streets behind him and closing in. The open end at the entrance of this dead end alley already had two of them there. His only protection a pile of garbage and garbage cans.


He’d taken a wrong turn, maybe his last. He could hear them talking. At least four voices now. They had him closed in.
To his left was a locked door. Up ahead, closer to the guys with guns at the end of this death trap, was another door.
Option. Attack first. Use this silo of darkness to the only advantage he possessed.
Option. Fire his handgun into the door’s lock mechanism. Kick it in and see where the space takes him. It would lead to another door on the other side of the three-story building.
And that was his plan. Act.
He took aim and fired a shot at the lone bulb lighting the alley.
Total darkness engulfed. He slid along the wall to the drain pipe he had spotted when he reached this particular end.
Change of plan. Act.
In the comfort of the dark, he grasped the pipe and lifted and stepped up to plant the soles of his shoes against the wall.
Without delay, he worked hand over hand to shimmy up the stone wall.
Halfway up, a bolt holding the pipe to the wall gave and he slipped for the moment. It made too much noise and gave his position away. So he doubled effort and output and reached the top of the building as the first salvo of gunshots was fired into the dark of the alley.
Too late. He flipped over the top of the wall and raced back along the roofline to the end of the building, to just above the assembled men below.
A streetlight provided ample glow to light up the tops of six heads.
He took aim in rapid succession and proceeded to place bullets in four of the heads. Two others moved away, ran. He hit one in the leg with another shot.
That left one to chase down and extricate information from.
He slipped over the edge of the roof and hung from guttering, swung his legs a couple of times and hurled himself forward. Gravity did its job and brought him down on top of a delivery truck parked on the sidewalk. He slid over the side to the street and raced across and into an alley and off into the night tracking a human who only moments ago had what they thought was a rat trapped down a dead end alley.
Problem was, it was no rat. A seething panther, a coiled venomous snake, a deadly killer who had ended hundreds of lives and will end hundreds more was down that dead end.
iPhone notes story 03.05.15

About Christopher Metcalf - Author

Christopher Metcalf is the author of Lance Priest / Preacher novels. Lance "Preacher" Priest is a spy, a killer, a human chameleon. He is the CIA's perfect weapon who lives by one simple rule -- there are no rules. Spies and Lies is a blog dedicated to espionage, the art and science of lying and occasional creative writing. www.christophermetcalf.com
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