“Five against two,” Victoria thought to herself. “Easy peasy! Ha! What a scaredy cat! Do you think they could take us? It would take a whole effin’ army to take us!” Victoria watched as the French woman disappeared. She emerged from her hiding spot, her pistol held steady, despite the tremble in her hands.
Silence.
Then...
“Drop the weapon!” A voice demanded from around the corner of the house. The voice was firm yet tinged with something softer—a plea.
Victoria narrowed her gaze but did not lower her weapon. “Drop yours first!” she shot back, her voice betraying no emotion. She recognized the lanky man as Major Patrick Larkin. He had been an instructor at the air base she had been stationed at in Iraq.