Out Of Reach

Chapter 1: Taken

~Sabina's POV~

-flash back-

The hot desert sun beat down on my back, the tan cargo net over me offered little help and the rifle I had against my shoulder felt like it'd burn through my sleeve to my collarbone. I took slow, deep breaths, my focus on the people on the ground.

On my left was my instructor, Jack Reacher and on my right was James Barr. The three of us watched the street below. I was starting to become super focused until James let off four rounds. I looked through my scope and saw four men fall.

I didn't say anything after we left that area. I closed my eyes and was glad I was heading home soon.

-flash back over-

I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling fan that was spinning above me. I slowly sit up, then I swing my legs over the right side of the bed, planting my feet on the ground. I picked my dog tags up and caress them with my left thumb, then I slipped them over my head, sighing.

I didn't turn on the TV like I'd normally do because the news would've been replaying the James Barr sniper clip. I take a deep breath, then I stand up, my back popping.

I looked around before I slipped on my flip flops and grabbed my over night bag that I hadn't even bothered to unpack last night. I stifle a yawn, then I pick up the room key. I turn my back to the door to give the room a look over. I didn't want anyone to find out I'd been in this room.

Once satisfied with what I saw, I turned back towards the door. I shoulder my bag and exit the room, heading to the motel's main office. I turn in my key then head to my truck.

Before I even got the key into the door to unlock it I felt something hit me over the back of my head. I slump against my truck, holding a hand to the rising bump. I stay standing for about five more minutes, then my world goes dark.

What else can go wrong?