Chapter 3 - The Woods
The patrol cruiser bounced violently over the deep, muddy ruts in the logging road.
We finally came to a halt near an abandoned stone quarry surrounded by dense, towering pines.
The freezing rain began to fall in heavy sheets, drumming loudly against the metal roof of the car.
The driver stepped out into the mud and drew his service weapon, motioning for his partner to open my door.
The second deputy yanked the rear door open and grabbed my shirt collar.
"Get out of the car, old man," he growled.
I stepped out into the freezing rain, keeping my hands neatly folded behind my back.
The handcuffs were completely open, hanging loosely around my wrist by a single metal tooth.
"Turn around and face the quarry edge," the driver ordered, raising his gun toward my head.
I did not turn around.
I shifted my weight and drove a devastating front kick directly into the second deputy's knee.
The joint snapped with a sickening pop, and he collapsed to the mud with a muffled scream.
Before the driver could pull his trigger, I lunged forward and grabbed the hot barrel of his weapon.
I twisted the metal sharply upward, breaking his grip and disarming him in a fraction of a second.
I slammed the heavy steel butt of the pistol into his temple.
He dropped to the mud like a stone, completely unconscious before he even hit the ground.
I stood in the pouring rain, breathing slowly as I surveyed the two incapacitated men.
I casually tossed the stolen pistol into the deep, dark water of the quarry.
I did not need their weapons.
I walked over to the cruiser and reached through the open window to grab the police radio.
I needed to find out exactly what Dominic was planning to do with my stolen military clearance.
The radio suddenly crackled to life with Sheriff Vance's arrogant, mocking voice.
"Unit four, is the trash taken care of?" Dominic asked through the heavy static.
I pressed the transmit button and held the microphone close to my mouth.
"Your men are currently taking a nap in the mud, Dominic," I replied coldly.
There was a long, terrifying silence on the other end of the radio frequency.
"You just made a fatal mistake, Logan," Dominic finally answered, his voice dripping with absolute malice.
"You really should have died quietly."
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"Now I am going to make you listen while I put a bullet in your only friend."
The radio transmitted the sound of a heavy blow, followed by the agonizing groan of Clyde, the old veteran from the diner.
