Tobias Weiss.

Chapter 6

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                                                        Chapter 6

Like the life he probably had grown up with, with moonshine stills, breaking and entry, before moving on down the bandwagon to murder, JJ came up behind the last man in military attire as stealthily as a fox.  After he first watched them arrive, and go cautiously, machineguns at the ready, towards the cabin.

Lacking peripheral vision, the man was only aware of his presence when he grabbed him by the throat from behind –seconds after that he snapped his neck.  Then taking his machine gun, he delivered several rounds into the thighs of the soldiers in front of him; who were totally distracted by their own problems trying to overcome the resistance to get farther into the cabin –roaring out loud as he fired, "That's how we do it Texas style."

As they dropped, he kicked their weapons behind him, "Why don't you boys come on out, before I toss one of these here grenades I got here in to keep you company.  As you know I love killing.  And have no problem making it in there for you some hell of a hoedown."

Some minutes later, three others exited hands above their head.  JJ quickly tossed rifles to the other two.

Using handcuffs, the solders had stashed in their waste pouches, they quickly cuffed all the men from behind.  With two men propped up against the cabin, bleeding profusely from the bullet wounds to their legs, and the other three sitting some feet away, similarly positioned, Hands spoke into one of their walkie talkies. "Want to let you know there is only one casualty.  Two need medical attention for sure.  Reckon if they don't get that, they'll bleed out in less than an hour.  We wrapped each best we could.  But it still ain't stopping the bleeding."

Then his tone grew harder, as if his gentle side just saw it was pointless going any farther. "I don't want trouble with yea all.  But if yea make trouble, I'll take every one of yea motherfuckers with me.  You hear me!" As he knew they were being watched.  He had lost nothing alerting their enemy to their escape.  If anything he felt he had put down on the table his cards –that he wasn't a man they wanted to mess with.

Afterwards, stripping the men of their garments, equipment, and leaving their own orange uniforms behind, they headed towards the opened gate, relishing their first feel of what it was like to taste freedom once again.