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THE KILLERS
C H A S E - M I C H A E L
author of the acclaimed
To Die Alone
1
MORGAN CHEYNEIN WALKED INTO the Gemenshaft Bank in Los Angeles. Six men entered behind him. Smokeheart needed money. It was one of the least favourite things Cheynein did, but he had to. Cheynein pulled out a silenced semiautomatic 9mm M9 Beretta.
Cheynein lashed out a terrifying look at the front cashiers.
“All right everyone, we’ve taken out the phones lines, so drop your cell phones, now,” He had changed his voice to an English accent.
Everyone did so. The six men behind Cheynein pulled out similar weapons, all with a silencer screwed on the end of the barrel.
Cheynein fired one shot into the ceiling. That was a good effect, Cheynein thought.
TWENTY FEET away, James Harding was meeting with another Intelligence agent, John Macarone, one of the agents that assisted Harding while exiting Iraq. John Macarone was the Directorate of Intelligence’s partner in crime. The DI is the analytical branch of the CIA, and responsible for all-source intelligence analysis on key foreign issues. The two agents did as they were told by the hostage-takers. However, Macarone had different plans. As the guard turned away, Macarone jumped at him, with his fist aimed at the man’s stomach. Suddenly, John felt a jolt of quick pain through his upper shoulder. He fell to the ground, with dark-red blood pouring out of his arm. Harding held his breath as he stood up and began to walk towards Macarone. It was Cheynein’s suppressed gun barrel aimed directly at his face.
“What do ‘ya think your doin’?” Cheynein lashed out an aggravated face.
“I’M A DOCTOR. THIS MAN needs medical help before he bleeds to death.” Harding let out his breath calmly.
“Alright,” the man nodded towards Macarone, ”don’t try anything funny though.”
“You don’t have to worry,” Harding had hoped that convinced him. Cheynein lowered his M9 and holstered it.
“I need medical supplies. If he keeps bleeding his injury may become critical.”
“Alright. One question. What medical school did you go to?” Cheynein smiled grimly.
. He had been at Camp Pendleton in California. He had been trained as a medic during battle.
“Pendleton.”
Cheynein bought it.
HARDING WALKED PAST Cheynein, accompanied by another man, armed with an-un silenced N4 Carbine. This time, he had much more careful. Harding had only been in one bank robbery. Back in 2000. Just before he was shipped over to Virginia to the USS Ronald Regan.
Harding walked through the cubicles searching for any alcohol that he could use to take out the bullet.
Edited by Greene Planet, 04 March 2009 - 04:17 AM.