by Mark Lemke
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Pete squatted along the side of the house.? He had to come up with something-soon.? If the guy wasn't in the front room or the bedroom with the woman, the only other logical place would be in with the kids.? He might assume someone would risk shooting the woman, but nobody would risk shooting a kid.? As quietly as he could, and mindful not to cast a shadow this time, he put his TID to the back bedroom window.? Sure enough, the guy had taken up position in there.?Somehow, Pete had been detected.? Instead of waking the kids, the guy positioned himself behind the bed, on the floor, facing the door, with the kids between him and the door.? The guy probably thought he had a good position.? But it wouldn't be good enough.? Pete knew if he could see him, he could shoot him.
He didn't want to give this guy any more time to think.?He drew his weapon and readied the remote for the charges on the door.? He hoped the guy wouldn't know that Pete knew he'd been detected.? Hopefully, he was still assuming Pete would come through the front door.? Likely as not, that front door was booby-trapped, too-the guy gave it up too easily.?
Pete knew he had one chance at this.? He'd blow the front door, use that as a diversion, and come in through the bedroom window.? That would be his only edge.? He counted down from three, and then blew the front door.?