TGTG Chpt 20

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==The Great and The Good (A Great Captain Roberts Tale!!)Chapter 20 - The Good==
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Mid-word…
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…even mid-note. It happened so fast Natalie had no time to react. The doors slammed open, a shot was fired and Amanda was past her at the door, swinging the microphone stand into a man's face.
The bullets broke Elle Gordon's guitar at the neck, and punched holes in the wall, floor, and Louis Gillan's left kneecap.
Nobody had time to do more than scream and start to duck.
The violence continued just outside the tavern, with a bullet breaking the side window, and ending up in a keg of Lofton's Summer brew behind the bar with a rupturing crash.
The ratcheting sounds of machine guns continued for what seemed like forever.
A chair splintered at the arm, Nell Johnson screamed, a red flower spreading from her shoulder.
Dick Lundt's head broke open after another hole appeared in the front wall.
He wouldn't be finishing his steak dinner.
In two seconds, it was all over but the screams of panic and horror.
It was Daryl who went out to check.
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The first man was still strangling on a crushed windpipe, the second wouldn't be telling anyone anything-his head was bent up and back and over in a way necks don't bend. Third one was on the other side of the door, and died as Daryl checked him, drowning in his own blood on one end and bleeding out the other.
A Dead body under flickering camouflage lay half-off the roof of Costner's Feed, and a second corpse was half-hanging out the back of Jack Costner's delivery truck.
"I…think that's all of [cough] them." Amanda said, abandoning the work of dragging a body out of the back of the truck.
"You're hit…christ!!"
"Yah, not my best..[cough] performance, they were ready for me." she said it woozily. "They heard of..[cough-cough-cough] me!"
Daryl caught his sister before she fell over. Half her outfit was covered in red, and a lot of it was hers.
The dust kicked up in cycling winds as a medical-evac chopper from the Base came in, with trauma teams and Snow Raven Provost officers to secure the scene a few minutes later. Daryl spent those minutes giving emergency first aid and shouting for help.
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They write…
…poems about your first love, it's all over juvenile storybooks, even the ones without pictures., and it doesn't stop with the stuff aimed at kids. Johnny Johnson had a crush on Amanda Roberts since grade two, maybe three, when she was the only girl who would play roughhouse games with the boys. Red Rover, Footie, Snap-the-crack, kickball, rounders, cricket, tackle rugby, even hockey, Amanda played with the guys until they were over the age of ten, and she was the only girl in grade seven who liked fun things.
When she was twelve and he was eleven, he'd swore he'd follow her anywhere. That the girl who didn't hesitate to get her sunday clothes dirty playing with the boys after sunday-school was just the most perfect thing in his universe.
There was still a little bit of that crush there, when she showed up and got him out of lockdown. They were both older now, he'd gotten past that infatuation of childhood, but she was, even with the scars, somehow still holding his imagination.
I'm dying. red-hot fist had slammed him, he'd seen the gunman coming, tried to get in the way-to warn them…
He touched his chest, his hand came away red and wet, the good sunday-linen shirt wouldn't get clean.
He'd seen her, and laying here on the bar floor, he remembered the games they played as children.
Nuh-uh! You missed me! child's laughter, her smile. 
"Got one here!!" faces, and hands filled his vision, and he gagged on blood.
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