A Bloody Storm: A Derrick Storm Short by Richard Castle Page B

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    “Now, let’s go say hello to your friends,” he said.
    Dilya walked from the cave into the spotlight, with Storm holding the pistol against her head with his free hand.
    “What do we have here?” a man’s voice asked.
    “A hostage,” Storm replied.
    “And I have three.”
    Storm looked to his left and saw the red dots from laser-guided gun sights dancing on the chests of Showers, Oscar, and Casper, who were standing in a line at the cave’s opening.
    “You can have the gold,” said Storm. “In return, we go free and we take Dilya with us until we reach the border.”
    Dilya yelled something in Uzbek.
    “Do you know what she just said?” the man asked.
    Because of the spotlight in his face, Storm still couldn’t see the man, and he had no idea how many others were out there with him, although he’d counted four red dots aimed at his team members. Two of the lasers had been pointed at Casper.
    “She just told me to shoot her,” the voice said. “This is how loyal she is to our cause. And do you understand why she is willing to sacrifice herself? Because she knows she will be martyred. I don’t expect you to understand that kind of faith.”
    “I have faith in what will happen when I pull this trigger,” Storm replied.
    Agent Showers jumped into their conversation. “Who are you?”
    “The Jihad Group,” the man said. “And the American who is pointing his pistol at my sister’s head once tried to track me down.”
    “The Viper,” Storm said aloud.
    Dilya again yelled something in Uzbek.
    The Viper replied with a single command in Uzbek, and the crack of a rifle broke through the night air. Oscar collapsed on the rocks, shot through the chest. It had happened so quickly that Showers and Casper, who were standing on either side of him, didn’t have time to react until the Russian’s dead body hit the ground.
    “The next to die will be FBI Agent Showers,” the Viper said.
    “Go ahead,” Showers said. “You’re going to kill us anyway.”
    “Actually, you are more valuable to me alive right now,” the Viper said.
    “I’d rather die,” Casper announced, “then have my head cut off on YouTube by a bunch of camel-screwing Hajis extremists.”
    Storm looked at Showers and saw that all four red dots were now on her torso. The Viper wasn’t bluffing. She would be the next to die unless he released Dilya.
    He made eye contact with Casper, and for once, the two men seemed to be on the same wavelength.
    “Now!” Storm yelled. With his left hand, he grabbed Dilya’s throat and pulled her sideways toward the ground, as he began firing his pistol at the spotlight illuminating the cave entrance. Everything instantly went black.
    At that same moment, Casper threw himself in front of Showers, shielding her with his own body while knocking her down, as the Viper’s men began firing. Bullets ricocheted off the rocks, making pinging sounds.
    In the sheer darkness, Storm felt Dilya’s body become limp and felt warm fluid flowing onto his left hand that was still clutching her throat. She’d been fatally shot in the neck.
    For a second it was completely quiet, and then the booming sound of Casper’s shotgun erupted. The first boom was followed immediately by another and another. The well-trained killer was using the red laser sights on their enemies’ guns to identify where they were hiding in the darkness. Casper’s final blast was answered with the primordial scream of a man whose body had just been ripped into by buckshot.
    It became silent again, and Storm noticed there were no longer any laser sights aimed at the cave.
    The Viper yelled out in Uzbek. And when one of his men replied, Casper fired his shotgun at the man’s voice. His shot drew a round of rapid return fire from the Viper’s pistol. Storm immediately answered that with his own handgun, aiming at the muzzle flashes.
    And then there was silence.
    Out of habit, Storm had counted his shots, and he knew he had only one