An Arrogant Black Belt Threatens a Rookie Nurse in a Rural ER — Unaware She Was a Navy SEAL Officer
Chapter 12
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Left wing's hands came up so fast he looked like a man surrendering to God. The tail man at the door turned and ran for the parking lot. Reese let him go; Reese did not have time for the tail man. The tail man was running outside, where Marsh and four sailors were currently landing on the helipad.Reese pivoted her aim back to left wing. "Down. Knees. Hands on your head. Cross your ankles. Now."Left wing went down. He kept his hands flat on his head; he was breathing very fast.Reese stepped past the lead man, who was on the floor twitching, and kicked his pistol toward the Bay 1 wall. She kicked right wing's pistol the same way. She did this without taking her front sight off left wing.The whole thing had taken 11 seconds.Down the corridor, the stairwell door at the end opened. Lieutenant Marsh came through it with his rifle at low ready and three sailors behind him. He took one look at the scene—the rookie nurse with a SIG pointed at a kneeling contractor, two bodies on the floor, the Bay 1 drawer hanging open—and he keyed his throat mic and said, "Birds secure. Building secure. Found her."Then Marsh looked at Reese, and his face did something complicated. "Ma'am.""Lieutenant.""You good?""I'm good. Right wing is KIA pending; send a sailor to apply pressure, he might be usable for questions. Lead is alive, and you are going to want him alive for an hour and a half. Left wing is yours. Tail man went out the south door. You have someone on him?""Petty Officer Riggs is in the parking lot. He'll have the tail man on the ground in ten seconds.""Good."Reese lowered the SIG, but did not put it down. Her hands had not shaken once; her hands were not going to shake until she was alone in a bathroom three hours from now. That was how it worked; that was how it had always worked.Vera's head came up over the charge desk. "Holy shit," Vera said very softly.Phelps came around the corner from the scrub room, still half in surgical greens, and stopped, and processed, and turned around and walked back into the scrub room without saying anything. That was the correct response from Phelps; Phelps was a good man.Marsh's sailors moved: one went to right wing with a trauma kit; two flex-cuffed the lead and left wing. Marsh himself walked up to Reese and dropped his voice."Commander, the chase bird picked up traffic from the contractor team's radio. They were calling for backup from a second element. ETA 20 minutes. We have to move you and Vega off the X.""Vega is post-vascular repair. He can't move for at least 40 minutes.""Then we hold here for 40 minutes and we move.""Then we hold here for 40 minutes and we move," Reese agreed. She finally lowered the SIG the rest of the way, decocked it, and set it on the cart. "Marsh.""Ma'am.""Who hired these men?"Marsh's jaw worked. "Ma'am, we don't have a confirmed answer. But the chase bird also picked up a call placed from inside this hospital 18 minutes ago to a number we have flagged. The call lasted 47 seconds. The number routes to a shell that traces to an organization Commander Reeves opened a file on in 2021."