The back door linking the kitchen to the barn outside was opened and closed back, causing my danger instincts to spike in response. Timothy staggered in, a bullet wound on his thigh while Daniel helped him in. Standing up I rushed to his side to take a look at Timothy's injuries. "What happened? How is he shot?" I asked Daniel.
"I don't know to explain, but the Russians found us." Daniel said.
"Russians? Oh shit." I said. Everybody stopped what they're doing and stared at the injured Secret Service agent. "They found us."
"Sean didn't come alone. With a bunch of the guys from FSB." Uncle Roland promptly hurried to fetch the first aid kit in the house.
"Stay down alright?" Daniel asked after helping Timothy on the couch. "We'll need surgery."
"Do we have a field medic around here?" James asked.
"Secret Service agents are trained to provide medical attention." I explained. "You guys need to go now."
"What? Why?"
"The FSB wants me dead Bruce." I said. "It's better the four of you barricade yourselves in the study with Vicky."
"What about you?"
"We're gonna ward off the attackers no matter what." I say. "Now go."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait." Jason said. "Just like that? No plan?"
"You wouldn't like it anyhow." I said. "Evacuate them first." James and I scooped up their MP5 Heckler & Koch and held it to cover Timothy as Daniel helped him upstairs. Bruce hurried to grab Vicky and we all huddled in the study, giving time for Daniel to extract the bullet lodged in Timothy's leg. "I'm calling in the cavalry." I said, taking Timothy's radio. "This is Vice President Reagan, any Vipers available, over?"
"... Copy that Madam Vice President. Vipers are fueled and heading towards your location, along with a team of Marines." a voice replied.
"Get another team of Vipers to protect President Reagan. Codename Buckeye." I ordered. "I need medical evac, we have someone injured here."
"Copy that." the same voice replied.
"Can anyone hear this over?" another voice came through the frequency used here in Big Barn. "Is Lone Star safe?"
"Lone Star's here, Vipers are on the way. Hold on out there agents!"
"Thank God you're safe ma'am." he replied.
"How many Tangos are we anticipating?" Daniel took the radio from me.
"Between six to ten, all Russian speakers. Armed with weapons, mostly AK 47s." Daniel looked at me.
"Get the targets ID'ed first, find out if the assassin known as Sean Adamson is among the Tangos."
"What should we do Madam Vice President, if we got him?"
"Take him alive at all costs, incapacitate but do not kill him." I said. "Give'em hell."
"Roger that. Alpha target needed alive." the agent replied through the radio. "Let's go."
"We have ten minutes, let's put you out of danger first." I said. "Whoever's not helping, help to look out for threats outside."
"You heard the commander, go!" James shouted.
"Ok, this is gonna hurt." I said. Cutting open the part of cloth where the agent's injured leg is I studied the injury. "Bullet's inside. Thank God that you have stabilized the wound Daniel."
"Comes with the job ma'am." he replied.
"Okay, we have the tools we need." I said. "Does anybody has a lighter with them?"
"We're gonna need something for him to chew on for the pain." Helen said. "I need your belt chief." Taking James' lighter I sterilized the knife I managed to grab and cut the wound open while Timothy bit onto the belt to prevent his teeth from breaking when clenched.
"Hang on." Digging the newly sterilized tweezers into the wound I located the bullet and slowly extract it, dropping it into a resealable plastic bag.
"I'll do the bandaging." Helen said. As Helen begin the process we heard the recognizable voice of a helicopter's rotor in the distance.
"All agents stay clear from the Viper!" Daniel shouted through his radio. The helicopter dived low and fired their guns upon the assailants. "Status of the Alpha target?" he asked.
"No visual, I repeat, no visual on the Alpha target." an agent replied.
"That means this is a diversion, Sean got in here during the crossfire."
"Stay here with the wounded." I said. "I'm going to find that assassin."
"You can't go there!" almost everybody protested. "Sean would have hit the jackpot."
"Better than sitting here and let him find me." I said. Taking the MP5 I turned the knob and pushed the door open.
"This is suicide Isa. We don't know where he is." James whispered, leaving the room. "God Save the Queen."
"God Save the Queen." Helen mouthed back before the door is closed back and locked from within.
"Back to back, cover each other's blind spot." I told James. The wooden planks of the staircase squeaked as we descended, but we tried to keep the voice to a low. "Living room below is clear."
"Kitchen is clear." James looked through the kitchen. "Do you have a basement here?"
"She doesn't." a cold voice cut through the air. "Drop the weapon." dropping the MP5 Sean Adamson pressed a 9x19mm Parabellum Glock 17 against the side of my head and locked an arm across my neck.
YOU ARE READING
Russian Roulette
Mystery / Thriller"This is a crossroad Isabella." he said. "There will be no return if you were captured." "Can I even turn back?" I asked.
