Chapter 33
Stanley drovefast and got them to the neighborhood in record time. The road was blocked by police vehicles, so they had to stop. Bean stepped from the vehicle, his gaze on the scene before him.
The cops were talking on a bullhorn. This guy was out of control. The police weren’t going to talk him down. He was a terrorist in the purest sense of the word.
The guy was pinned in on both sides. Both MPs were still fighting, though it looked like one of them had been hit. If he or Stanley had a gun, they would take the guy out. He couldn’t wrangle the rifle from the cops, not here in the States, plus he didn’t know if the police actually took care of their rifles or if the shot would be crap.
“If we’d gotten here before the cops, we could have taken him down,” Stanley said.
Bean crossed his arms over his chest. “We need to get inside the house.”
“Ain’t no way, not with all this excitement going on.”
Bean shook his head. “Not one single Army geek is on vacation or taking the day off on this street. Not one.”
Stanley shook his head. “Nope, not one person.”
Bean grunted. “Those MPs need more training at the range.”
Stanley shrugged. “They’re doing okay. That jerk hasn’t made it into the house.”
“Damn, we need to do something.”
Another police car pulled up, and Bean turned to face them. The guy got out of his car and raced over to them.
“You two live here?”
Bean nodded. “Yes, I do. The guy is someone we’re after.”
The officer raised his eyebrows. “And you’re FBI or something?”
“Army.”
“Is he one of you all?”
Bean shook his head. “No, sir. He’s probably feeling hemmed in. The only way to get him out of this situation is to disable him.”
The officer nodded. “Okay. So this guy is a problem.”
“That’s an understatement,” Stanley said.
The officer shook his head. “Great, just great.”
The officer on the bullhorn spoke again. The guy fired off a shot, striking a window on Link’s house, shattering it.
Bean clenched his fists. “I don’t like this.”
“Neither do I,” the officer said.
This wasn’t going to end well. They needed to get Ansley and Garnet out of that house, or something really bad would happen. He could feel it.
Bean took a chance. “Let one of us take him out.”
The officer narrowed his gaze. “What makes you think you can take this guy down?”
Stanley wasn’t one to keep his talents hidden, but he wasn’t boasting when he spoke. “We’re better shots than your guys. We may not be sharpshooters, but we probably have a few hundred,if not thousands, of hours more training than they ever would get. We can take him out. We just need a weapon.”
The officer shook his head. “I could get in trouble for this.”
