gearhead73
Hi-tech Redneck
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I had watched intently during her search of Mike. She was thorough, but this whole thing seemed pointless. Mike and I had made no secret of the fact that we were armed. Shit, not ten minutes ago I was at full draw ready to ventilate some dude I had never met. This was insane, but then again this whole situation was insane.
Here we stood in the middle of nowhere ready to enter some kind of compound that although well built, was impossible for one guy to guard. Not only were there guard towers on every corner, but there seemed to be no quick way to traverse between them. Another troubling things was as well as it had been built, why would you open it up to strangers? I had so many questions and now the thought of being searched was pinging my trouble radar something fierce.
The young woman turned to me and donned a look of 'Anytime asshole'. I moved toward her sliding my rifle from my shoulder. I leaned my AR10 against the wall and started to turn toward it but stopped. This was too bazaar, too easy almost. I knew Mike had my back but he was effectively disarmed. He may be able to sick Max on her, but what is to say that he would give a shit about me?
"What is the point of searching us?" I said looking directly at her. "My rifle is right there and my pistol is here on my side, so I'd say the mysteries of whether or not I am armed are pretty much solved. I haven't given anyone a reason to think I am dangerous. Trust me honey, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead."
I was looking right at her now. My arms were at my side, but my hands were near enough to be able to let my .45 go to work. I knew I had only one shot, but all I needed was a few seconds to load my mag and it would be show time.
I hadn't originally planned on a confrontation, but something didn't smell right and I had learned to trust my instincts.
Here we stood in the middle of nowhere ready to enter some kind of compound that although well built, was impossible for one guy to guard. Not only were there guard towers on every corner, but there seemed to be no quick way to traverse between them. Another troubling things was as well as it had been built, why would you open it up to strangers? I had so many questions and now the thought of being searched was pinging my trouble radar something fierce.
The young woman turned to me and donned a look of 'Anytime asshole'. I moved toward her sliding my rifle from my shoulder. I leaned my AR10 against the wall and started to turn toward it but stopped. This was too bazaar, too easy almost. I knew Mike had my back but he was effectively disarmed. He may be able to sick Max on her, but what is to say that he would give a shit about me?
"What is the point of searching us?" I said looking directly at her. "My rifle is right there and my pistol is here on my side, so I'd say the mysteries of whether or not I am armed are pretty much solved. I haven't given anyone a reason to think I am dangerous. Trust me honey, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead."
I was looking right at her now. My arms were at my side, but my hands were near enough to be able to let my .45 go to work. I knew I had only one shot, but all I needed was a few seconds to load my mag and it would be show time.
I hadn't originally planned on a confrontation, but something didn't smell right and I had learned to trust my instincts.