by Brian Cotton
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Kaspar heard Clarke’s phrase over the radio which forced him to curse out loud. A squad of at least twelve, probably more, Agents was headed straight for the church. He lifted the PSD, ejected the magazine, and a wave of fear hit him. He had forgotten that the clip was empty and he was out of mags for it. After he threw the gun to the ground, he cursed once more. He looked to Krys. She looked up at him and shook her head. Kaspar knew that they were in trouble.
“Fuck!” Kaspar yelled.
“What is it?” Krys demanded.
“What do you mean, ‘what is it’? We don’t have the ammo to fight back against that hit squad coming after us. We’ll be ripped to…”
Krys moved her index finger over her covered lips and Kaspar quit talking. She ripped the mask off of her face. Kaspar could feel something inside as she moved in closer. He tore off his mask as well. His eyes moved from hers when she started to undo her flak jacket. She tossed it to the ground then worked on the top of her suit. He kept his stare while she wiggled her arms free. Underneath, she wore a black tank top. Kaspar’s eyes grew wide at what else he saw…
Strapped around her midsection were four P99 handguns. Two were on her side, one in front, and one in back. Kaspar moved in closer, keeping his eyes fixated on her midsection…at the miracle that stared back at him.
“Hey,” Krys said. “My eyes are up here.”
“I was just admiring your…collection.”
“Well, I always carry protection with me…just in case.”
Kaspar reached behind her and took hold of the gun at her back. He did the same with the one against her belly. He held the handles and stared into her wide, brown eyes that had a hint of moisture in them. Neither of them moved for a moment. When he could feel Krys move her head close to his, Kaspar yanked the two handguns free. He moved his left index finger rubbed against the trigger...
BANG!
“Shit!” Kaspar cried out.
The gun had fired into the ground. The two looked down at the still smoking bullet hole in the wooden floor. Krys moved her gaze to Kaspar.
“That was kinda early,” she said. “Don’t you think?”
Kaspar could feel his face turn red. “Don’t you ever tell anyone about this.”