Patriots & Tyrants

by Brian Cotton

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  Masters waited patiently outside the door to the apartment. His men would breach the door soon. All he wanted at this point was to get in there, deal with the maggots inside, and be done with it. It was on to greener pastures from here and he knew it. The dogs inside needed putting down and he was the perfect man to do it. He personally requested with Blackman to take out the leader of the group. Masters would take no joy in killing off the others. He wanted the leader. He had to let that leader know who was really in charge.

  One more hard lunge by his men and the framework around the door started to splinter. Masters trained his G36 towards the door and spit out the toothpick he had been chewing on. While the others in his squad carried the standard issue M4 Carbines, each customized to their own individual tastes, Masters liked the G36. It was lightweight, so he could move it around better. It might not have packed the power of the heavier duty Carbines his squad used, but a head shot was a head shot. It didn’t matter what size round did the killing, so long as the killing got done.

  Just the thought of putting a bullet in Reed’s head brought about a smile.