Elizabeth at War Ch. 06 - Remorse - Sex Stories

Elizabeth at War Ch. 06 - Remorse

... it. The rotation imparted by the rifling caused the bullet to deflect fractionally, whirling on its long axis. The trajectory was impacted enough for the bullet to touch the window frame, sending splinters of wood through the room as the velocity was scrubbed off. The bullet, still tumbling, ripped through Elizabeth's loose top, caused a slight burn mark on her skin, and embedded itself into the floor.

Jenny's instincts took in the scene in an instant. She yelled at the top of her voice: "Incoming! Down and stay there! Get behind the walls!"

Sammy screamed and ran to her mother, but Jenny slapped her down, then covered her with her body. She scanned the room, noted Elizabeth's terrified eyes.

"Calm now. I think we are safe. Crawl here, send the little ones here. Now, all together, into the corridor, that is safest. Elizabeth, any weapons?"

Elizabeth hugged her children to her and nodded. "Terry has a duck gun, a shotgun. In the bedroom closet. The key should be in the safe door. I don't know if he has any ammunition."

Stan Best had to take a detour and arrived from a different direction than usual. His car's aircon was not working so he had the window open. The dry snap of the sniper rifle triggered all the battlefield reflexes. He was out and crouched before he had consciously analysed the situation. The Glock in his hand was searching for a target. A new house, unoccupied, that might overlook Elizabeth and Terry's garden. A car parked in the driveway. A ...

... front door slightly ajar. A neatly dressed man, deliberate but unhurried, coming out the door with a long case in his left hand. Gloves. A professional sweep of the area, noting the presence of an armed man in the street. Right hand going to his back to draw a concealed handgun.

Stan's reactions were automatic, his brain had processed all the data. The first shot went low and to the left, the second went into a thigh, the third went where the white sticker on a military target is: right at the intersection of the heart and the diaphragm.

Stan went left in a rolling dive, scanned the area, took another look, waited for reaction, movement. Nothing.

Cautiously he circled, took in the amount of blood, the total relaxation of the body. Trembling from reaction he opened his phone.

"Control, Best. Hostile sniper down. I need backup, Police, Commander in that order. Check my position. Backup also to Durr residence, expedite. Scouting. Out."

At the sound of the first siren he stood up, hands high, the Glock and his ID on his car. Police and his backup team arrived simultaneously, and a part of him found the confrontation between the two teams amusing.

General Charteris dominated the scene. He had seen the police off with handshakes and promises. Outside a five man team patrolled. He looked at Elizabeth and Terry,

"I am not used to apologising, and I hate to be shown up for having made a faulty assessment, but here it is. You were right, I was wrong. Sending an expert ...