Incursion: The Rift - Part Eight

"That's far enough," Jeffrey called.

"What the -" Tim started, trying to pry his brother's arm from around his neck.

"Shut up," Jeffrey snarled and tightened his grip till Tim could feel his breathing becoming hampered.

One of the men reached behind him, under his jacket.

"Don't even think about it, or he's dead," Jeffrey warned him and the man stopped. "Toss your guns on the ground, over there," Jeffrey motioned with his head. "Now, or I'll blow his brains out."

"Jeffrey -"

Jeffrey's arm tightened further and the barrel of his gun dug deeper into Tim's flesh.

"Do it!" Jeffrey ordered.

The men hesitated and glanced at one another, then both slowly reached into their jackets and pulled out pistols which they tossed on the grass where Jeffrey had indicated.

"Now," Jeffrey told them, "we're going to talk. Who are you working for?"

Again the men glanced at each other, plainly not expecting that question. "Don't you know?" one of them answered. He had a faint accent, European perhaps. Tim couldn't tell for sure but it seemed somehow familiar. "Why don't you ask him?" he nodded at Tim.

"I'm asking you!" Jeffrey responded by forcing the barrel of his gun even harder against Tim's head, till Tim was sure his temple would collapse.

"We were told to meet him," the man responded.

Their answer didn't really say anything and Jeffrey wasn't about to accept it. "I really don't mind killing him," he said. Something told Tim he was being honest. "So tell me now, who are you working for?"

The men glanced at each other again. They seemed almost confused. Finally, the one who seemed to be taking the lead answered. He pointed ... at Tim. "Him. We work for him."

Tim felt Jeffrey's hold on him loosen, in surprise no doubt. He could have taken the opportunity to break free but he was too surprised himself. Jeffrey recovered first, tightening his grip and shoving the gun harder against Tim's temple. "Explain," he ordered. "Now!"

The lead man was about to answer when a black Lexus sedan sped into the park, tearing up the grass. Before it even came to a stop the passenger door flew open and a man leaped out with a gun drawn. The two men from the Lincoln lunged for their own guns as the newcomer opened fire. The noise was like cannon fire and the lead man from the Lincoln hit the ground, a gaping hole in his head.

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