by Dalton Fury
Doyle said, “If you kill me, soldier … you will be committing a capital crime.”
“Like I give a shit right now.” Raynor motioned toward the Glock with his .45. “Go for the gun.”
“No. No! I told you, I surrend — ”
Kolt shot Doyle in the left shin. The American al Qaeda operative fell facedown to the grass, his right hand just feet from the black pistol.
“There! It’s closer now! Pick it up!”
Doyle screamed. Raynor had taken enough battle damage in his life to know that the scream was from terror, not from pain.
Pain of that magnitude took time to register, for the mind to accept it.
And time was something Raynor had no intention of giving Doyle.
“Go for the gun!” Raynor demanded again. He purposefully did not look down into the eyes of his friend now. He focused every bit of his attention on Doyle and the Glock 23.
“Please! Take me in! Arrest me! Don’t do this! I am unarmed!”
“Last chance to arm yourself before I execute you!” Raynor barked.
Kolt felt movement from TJ below him. He looked down, away from the threat, and he saw that Josh had turned his head to face Doyle now.
As soon as Kolt looked away, Doyle lunged forward in the grass, his hand reaching for the weapon. As he got his fist around the grip and swung it toward Raynor, he screamed, “Allahu Ak — ”
Kolt fired a .45 round into David Doyle’s forehead. The thirty-year-old was dead before his face hit the grass.
Sirens filled the air now, and their volume increased by the second. Helicopter rotors beat in the sky, but they were much farther off.
Kolt Raynor took his knee off of TJ’s chest. No more blood drained from the massive knife wound.
“We got him, TJ,” Kolt said. His eyes filled with tears. “You got him.”
With his fingertips covered in his friend’s blood, Kolt closed TJ’s eyelids. He then placed the pistol in his best friend’s outstretched hand.
“Medals for the dead, brother. Medals for the dead.”
Kolt Raynor stood and walked back into the trees.
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