Chapter 3
RAPP took cover behind the bed and its heavy platform. The distinctive spit of bullets leaving the end of a suppressor at a high rate was followed by the mirror above the bed shattering with a crash. After that, bullets began thudding into the walls, furniture, and mattress. Rapp pressed himself into the floor as he tried to count the shots. The steady thumping of one gun being fired was quickly joined by at least two more. Rapp stole a quick look at the balcony a mere six steps away and fought the urge to bolt. With this much lead flying, he would never make it. Plaster was raining down on him and he could hear bullets impacting the mattress just a few inches above his head.
Rapp pressed himself to the floor, taking cover behind the carpeted platform that elevated the bed, and told himself not to panic. His only avenue of escape was cut off, and he was cornered and outgunned. As the hail of bullets continued around him, he was reminded of something his trainer, Stan Hurley, had once said. It took Rapp a half second before he realized it was his only chance. Grabbing a spare magazine from under his left arm, he focused on the area past the foot of the bed and waited for his chance.
Even with the suppressors there was a great deal of noise, as there was a near continuous spit of bullets flying and the metallic clank of slides blowing back and slamming forward. It was considerably quieter than normal gunshots, but by no means silent. Rapp guessed they were using MP5s, or a close cousin. His mind jumped through the possibilities in a split second. MP5s almost certainly meant thirty-round magazines, and with the weapon's rate of fire on full automatic a man could burn through all his rounds in a matter of seconds.
One of Rapp's assets was the ability to slow things down in his mind's eye. He'd honed it on the lacrosse pitch in high school and college. He could calculate what the other players were going to do and react. When things were tense like this, he could block out the fear and extraneous information, focus on what was important, and slow things down. Panic-induced decisions had a nasty way of leading to bad, or in this case, fatal outcomes. Rapp's angle and concealment were as good as he could hope for, considering the fact that he'd been caught so off guard, and he used these few seconds to look at the tactical situation from 360 degrees.
The natural mistake was to get so caught up in your situation that you failed to analyze the motives, maneuvers, and talent of your opponent. The motive of this group was clear. They wanted to kill him. As to how they knew he'd be here and how they had avoided detection from the advance team, Rapp would have to search for those answers later. His mind now seized on a critical detail in the blink of an eye. They were not a trained SWAT team. Tactical teams practiced disciplined fire. They didn't simply enter a room and begin hosing it down with bullets. From that, Rapp discerned a very comforting fact - he could kill them.
Police were off limits. He could maim or physically subdue, but he was forbidden to kill a law enforcement officer. Such were the rules of restraint that were placed on him, and he did not argue. Governments could look the other way when certain unsavory individuals were killed on their soil, but kill an innocent bystander, or worse, a law enforcement officer, and you could create an international incident that would bring the kind of attention that they could not afford.
Rapp realized quickly that these guys were making a big mistake. They assumed their overwhelming firepower would win this battle in the opening salvo, but as Hurley had told Rapp repeatedly, "You never want to blow your wad in the first few seconds of a gunfight. Better to take cover and let the other guy empty his gun." Taking this several steps further, Hurley and the other instructors forced him to learn how to classify different guns by sound alone, and more important, to keep track of rounds fired.
The latter was hopeless in this situation. Three or more submachine guns firing on full automatic were impossible to count with any accuracy, but at this rate of fire it was pretty much a foregone conclusion that they would all be reloading in the next few seconds. Rapp anticipated what would happen next. He was on the verge of losing his cover. Rather than wait for the first shooter to move far enough into the room and get the angle on him, Rapp would broaden the angle first. He stayed low and crawled forward two feet. With his head near the edge of the foot of the platform, he could now see close to three-quarters of the room. Standing no more than fifteen feet away, he saw his first target.
The man was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and was in the midst of ejecting a long, curved magazine. Rapp swung his left arm around and shot him once in the face. He kept moving his pistol and found two more targets. One was still firing wildly and the other was reloading. Rapp shot the second man in the nose and the third man in the throat, and then before he could find the next target, bullets began thudding into the carpeting near his face. Rapp yanked his arm back and scurried in reverse for cover. He'd fired five rounds, which meant he had fourteen left in the magazine and two full magazines of eighteen rounds plus his backup gun.
Now was not the time to stay pressed against the floor. If the man or men who were left standing decided to rush him, he'd be toast. Rapp popped up onto one knee and raised the pistol above the bed. Again, firing from left to right he squeezed off six quick shots. On the fifth one, he heard a grunt and knew he'd hit someone in the torso. He moved his muzzle back a few degrees to the left and fired four more shots, and then all was quiet. Rapp paused and then squeezed off his last four shots at the door. He quickly switched out magazines, hit the slide release with his thumb, and seated a fresh round in the chamber. He brought up his gun and took a quick peek over the top of the mattress. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was a stunned man, clutching his belly with both hands. It was time to move.
Rapp stood, and as he took his first step to his left, he saw more movement in the hallway. Staying in a crouch with his gun leveled, he squeezed off one round. He buried it in the man's chest rather than his head, sending him stumbling over the threshold. A gun appeared in the gap between the door frame and the dying man. Rapp kept moving and squeezing off shots that were splintering the edge of the door frame. When he reached the heavy curtains, he fired one more volley and then pushed through, out onto the balcony. The rope was right in front of him and he dove for it with his right hand while still holding on to his Beretta with his left.
As his gloved hand closed around the rope, he launched himself over the railing. His upper body was clear when he felt a solid punch hit him from behind. Rapp knew at that exact moment that he'd been shot, and his brain became overly focused on the fact that a piece of lead had just blasted its way into his body. The shock drew his attention away from the rope to the pain in his left shoulder, and he began to fall. Desperately, his right hand reached out in search of the black rope as he stared up at the night sky, the hard pavement rushing up to meet him from below.
Kill Shot
Vince Flynn's books
- The Killing Kind
- Executive Power
- Consent To Kill
- American Assassin
- Act of Treason
- The Last Man
- Extreme Measures
- Memorial Day
- Protect And Defend
- Pursuit of Honor
- Separation of Power
- Term Limits
- The Third Option
- Transfer of Power
- A Dangerous Fortune
- Betrayed: A Rosato & DiNunzio Novel (Rosato & Associates Book 13)
- Eye of the Needle
- Faithful Place
- Gone Girl
- Personal (Jack Reacher 19)
- The Long Way Home
- Top Secret Twenty-One: A Stephanie Plum Novel
- Whiteout
- World Without End
- The Cuckoo's Calling
- Gray Mountain: A Novel
- The Monogram Murders
- Mr. Mercedes
- The Likeness
- I Am Half-Sick Of Shadows
- A Red Herring Without Mustard: A Flavia de Luce Novel
- The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches
- The Curious Case of the Copper Corpse
- Speaking From Among The Bones
- The Beautiful Mystery
- Faithful Place
- The Secret Place
- In the Woods
- Broken Harbour
- A Trick of the Light
- How the Light Gets In
- The Brutal Telling
- The Murder Stone
- Still Life (Three Pines Mysteries)
- The Hangman
- Bury Your Dead
- Dead Cold
- The Silkworm
- THE CRUELLEST MONTH
- Top Secret Twenty-One: A Stephanie Plum Novel
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- Bullseye: Willl Robie / Camel Club Short Story
- Mean Streak
- Missing You
- THE DEATH FACTORY
- The Gods of Guilt (Mickey Haller 5)
- The Hit
- The Innocent
- The Target
- The Weight of Blood
- Silence for the Dead
- The Reapers
- The Whisperers
- The Wrath of Angels
- The Unquiet
- The White Road
- Monster Hunter International
- The Wolf in Winter
- Every Dead Thing
- The Burning Soul
- Darkness Under the Sun (Novella)
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- The Lovers
- Vampire Chronicles 7: Merrick
- Come Alive
- LYING SEASON (BOOK #4 IN THE EXPERIMENT IN TERROR SERIES)
- Ashes to Ashes (Experiment in Terror #8)
- Dust to Dust
- Old Blood - A Novella (Experiment in Terror #5.5)
- The Dex-Files
- And With Madness Comes the Light (Experiment in Terror #6.5)
- Into the Hollow (Experiment in Terror #6)
- On Demon Wings
- Darkhouse (Experiment in Terror #1)
- The Benson (Experiment in Terror #2.5)
- Dead Sky Morning
- The Getaway God
- Red Fox
- Where They Found Her
- All the Rage
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- The Bone Tree: A Novel
- Penn Cage 04 - Natchez Burning
- Twisted
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- Do Not Disturb
- The Girl in 6E
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