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Posted By John Poindexter

Here is the opening of my latest work. Feel free to leave comments below.

     "How long are we going to stay here, Steve?" Jim Horton asked.

     "Until I'm sure that he isn't here." Steve Hawks looked around from the tree line to the ridge, while Mike Phillips stepped into the woods.

     "Freeze," shouted a Security Guard coming out from behind the bushes and pointing a gun at Hawks’ chest.

     Mike came out behind him, hitting him hard enough to knock the gun from his hand.

     "Who the hell are you and what do you want with us?" Hawks said, grabbing and pulling him to his feet.

     Before he could answer, another guard jumped out and opened fire. The bullets were pounding into the back of the first individual. Hawks was glad that he had put on his bullet-proof vest.

     Before Hawks could say anything, Mike had pulled his gun and shot the shooter.

     As they stood there wondering who they were, Jim said, "Look at the ridge."

     On the ridge stood several uniformed police officers.

     "Throw down your guns and surrender," the one in the middle of the line yelled.

     "We're federal agents," Hawks yelled.

     "You're under arrest," he said.

     "Steve, let’s get out of here," Mike said as he and Jim moved for the car.

     It was then the officers opened fire. Luckily, they were hitting ten to fifteen feet short of where we were running. As they piled into the cars, they could hear the sirens of more police approaching from the south.

     "What's going on Steve?" Mike asked as he turned north.

     "I don't know and I don't like it," Hawks said.

     "Why would they want us?" Jim asked.

     "We haven't time to wait and see. Where's the other car?" Hawks said, looking to the rear.

     "They're ahead of us," Mike said. I think they turned right there at the fork."

     Just as they were about to follow them, they saw them coming back down the road with flashing lights right behind them.

     "Turn left," Hawks said as Mike was all ready turning.

     They were only minutes ahead of the cops that were first noticed and now had ones coming from the forked road, too. As the second car came up alongside of them, one of the agents yelled, "What's going on?"

     "I don't know," Hawks said. "But as soon as you can, split off and meet us at Newton One in three days."

     "Is that where we're heading Steve?" Jim asked.

     "Until we can figure out what the hell is going on," Hawks said, looking behind them.

     "Should we try to call the office?" Mike asked.

     "Yes, but right now isn't the time," Hawks said as a bullet came crashing through the rear window nearly hitting him. "Get us the hell out of here!"


 
Posted By John Poindexter

More from the never ending novel. Slowly the editing continues.

A few hours later, Hawks decided to get up and see if any word had come in about Sadie. He knew if there really had been, they would have awakened him. Hawks went over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup and just started to sit when the door opened.

Dropping the cup, he ran toward the door when he saw Sadie standing there crying.

“I thought I would never see you again,” she said.

“Me too,” he said as he grabbed her and held her tight, knowing that it would be a long time before she felt safe again.

As they stood there kissing, he felt they were being watched so he kicked the door closed and took her toward the couch. They spent the next hour and a half on the couch catching up on missed time, when all of a sudden, a knock sounded making them both jump.

“What is it?” Hawks called, trying to act casually.

“Steve, the President is on line one,” Jim said.

“Okay. Tell him I'll be right with him.” Funny how love can make the pain go away, he thought.

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Until next time,

John

 


 

 

 
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