Chapter 2936 Split My Poor Little Pussy:>98
- The intensity of the mind went off the scale now. I was their target there could be no doubt. I knew where he or she was but I had to be sure. I walked around the car along the driver's side. I could almost hear the heartbeat of the sniper. I was in his crosshairs. He was gloating as his finger moved from the trigger guard to the trigger. I could feel the intake of breath. He gently squeezed the trigger. I dove to the ground a second before the hammer fell. The crack of the gunshot was deafening on that otherwise silent street. I rolled in front of the car and jumped behind it as the second round slammed into the hood of car. The high-powered round entered the engine cracking the block and lodging deep inside. The door flew open and Rhea kept her body flat against the doorjamb. Her weapon was out but she had no target.
- "Across the street, third floor window," I shouted.
- The gauss pistol spat death at the would-be assassin. The three-round burst found its target. The force of the impact effectively decapitated the sniper. A second and much louder litany of curses flew from Rhea's pouty lips. Lights came on as the sleep of most of my neighbors had been interrupted by the roar of weapon fire. This was a secure neighborhood. There were regular patrols of armed guards. What had happened to Jim and Cathy? The police arrived two minutes later. Small groups of half-dressed people gathered in front of their homes as the street was secured and the investigation began. Rhea surrendered her weapon and showed her identification as well as her license to carry such a firearm. The police were forced to break down the front door across the street. One minute later a young police office practically flew out the front door so he could puke his guts out. He was level headed enough not to corrupt the crime scene.