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Operation Tucker: Part 3e – Into the Web
Hammer burst into the room just as Tucker loomed over Morrow, who was clutching his thigh in a pool of blood.
"Tucker!" shouted Hammer. "Put the gun down!"
Tucker whirled and Hammer fired at his pistol hand. The gun went flying out of his hand.
Jim-Bean slipped in behind Hammer. He made his way over to Morrow. "You okay?"
Morrow groaned. Jim-Bean made a makeshift tourniquet out of his burnt and acid-pitted shirt.
"You're unarmed," said Hammer, pointing both Glocks at Tucker. "Give up."
"Let me ask you something, Jimmy," said Tucker, not taking his eyes off of Hammer. "When was the last time you took a $#!t?"
Jim-Bean didn't answer him.
"Not in a long time, I bet. Me neither."
He blurred sideways. Hammer pulled the triggers on both pistols, but there was nothing to shoot at it. Tucker closed the distance between them faster than he could blink.
Two jabs struck Hammer in the ribs, nearly doubling him over.
Hammer came up and fired, but again Tucker's profile was a blur. Two perfectly aimed punches nailed Hammer in the jaw.
“They come for you,” said Tucker. “They wipe your memory. But I remember now!”
The world swam. Tucker grabbed Hammer by the throat.
“They put things in us, to control us…”
Tucker’s grip sagged as gunfire raked his back. He lost his handle on Hammer.
It was the second Hammer needed. He shoved both pistols into Tucker's gut and fired, releasing a full burst of metal death at point-blank range.
Tucker collapsed to the ground, his stomach smoking. He was whispering something.
Jim-Bean leaned close to listen.
"Project…RECOIL," he whispered. "Shoot me…in the head."
Jim-Bean stood up and fired a single pistol shot into Tucker's forehead.
"What did you do that for?" asked Hammer.
"He asked me to."
Hammer burst into the room just as Tucker loomed over Morrow, who was clutching his thigh in a pool of blood.
"Tucker!" shouted Hammer. "Put the gun down!"
Tucker whirled and Hammer fired at his pistol hand. The gun went flying out of his hand.
Jim-Bean slipped in behind Hammer. He made his way over to Morrow. "You okay?"
Morrow groaned. Jim-Bean made a makeshift tourniquet out of his burnt and acid-pitted shirt.
"You're unarmed," said Hammer, pointing both Glocks at Tucker. "Give up."
"Let me ask you something, Jimmy," said Tucker, not taking his eyes off of Hammer. "When was the last time you took a $#!t?"
Jim-Bean didn't answer him.
"Not in a long time, I bet. Me neither."
He blurred sideways. Hammer pulled the triggers on both pistols, but there was nothing to shoot at it. Tucker closed the distance between them faster than he could blink.
Two jabs struck Hammer in the ribs, nearly doubling him over.
Hammer came up and fired, but again Tucker's profile was a blur. Two perfectly aimed punches nailed Hammer in the jaw.
“They come for you,” said Tucker. “They wipe your memory. But I remember now!”
The world swam. Tucker grabbed Hammer by the throat.
“They put things in us, to control us…”
Tucker’s grip sagged as gunfire raked his back. He lost his handle on Hammer.
It was the second Hammer needed. He shoved both pistols into Tucker's gut and fired, releasing a full burst of metal death at point-blank range.
Tucker collapsed to the ground, his stomach smoking. He was whispering something.
Jim-Bean leaned close to listen.
"Project…RECOIL," he whispered. "Shoot me…in the head."
Jim-Bean stood up and fired a single pistol shot into Tucker's forehead.
"What did you do that for?" asked Hammer.
"He asked me to."