Chapter 9 - The Tarmac Showdown
The impact of the fence shattered the rest of the car's windshield.
Cold air whipped my face as we sped directly onto the restricted tarmac.
The jet's engines were whining loudly, preparing to taxi down the runway.
Susan swerved the battered car violently, skidding to a halt right in front of the plane's nose.
The pilot was forced to cut the engines to avoid a collision.
I kicked my door open and sprinted toward the boarding stairs.
Marcus stopped halfway up the steps and turned around to look at me.
His arrogant smile faded into a look of genuine annoyance.
My mother shouted at him to hurry up and get inside the cabin.
I ran to the bottom of the stairs, screaming for him to give me my daughter.
Marcus handed the bundled baby to my mother.
He walked back down the stairs and reached inside his tailored coat.
He pulled out a sleek silver handgun and pointed it directly at my chest.
"You really don't know when to quit, do you?" he yelled over the wind.
He said I was nothing but a poor, pathetic mistake who got in his way.
He cocked the hammer of the gun, his eyes completely devoid of humanity.
"Tell the police whatever you want, you won't be alive to testify," he sneered.
I closed my eyes, willing to die right there if it meant buying time for someone to help Lily.
A deafening gunshot echoed across the freezing runway.
But the bullet did not hit me.
Marcus screamed in agony and dropped his weapon into the snow.
He grabbed his shattered shoulder, falling to his knees on the metal stairs.
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I turned around and saw Aunt Susan standing by the car.
She was holding her revolver with both hands, smoke rising from the barrel.
