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My Shorts, and Flash Fictions - 9. Prompt #602 - First Line - “Just tell me which room is his, now!”
“Just tell me which room is his, now!” The Officer yelled as Doug tried to block his way.
“You can’t go down there, Sir!” Doug yelled back and held onto the larger man who outranked him. “I have orders, from someone higher than you.”
The officer struggled more, before some MPs came over, and helped restrain him. “I’ll have your stripes Sergeant. You can guaran-fucking-tee that.”
Doug cringed inwardly but showed resolve as he stared down the Officer. “Begging your pardon, Sir, but I highly doubt you have the authority to do that. Now, respectfully, I’ll ask you to turn around, and take your ass back down that hallway, and leave.” His tone, plus the fact that his hand dropped to his sidearm, was enough to show it was not a request.
In, a huff, and with a few insults thrown in, the larger man turned and left. After he was out of sight, Doug let out a long sigh. “If he comes back, put a bullet between his eyes.”
“Sir, yes sir!” the MPs said.
Doug turned around and walked towards the door that was the subject of intense emotion. The traitor was in there, and he had a job to do. Regardless if he agreed with it, or not. He stood outside the door with one hand, on the control panel, and his stare boring a hole through it. He felt the same way as the Officer did. He would rather kill this person, and not guard him, but he had orders.
He opened the door and took a step inside the brig. The lobby was Spartan, with just a few monitors, and a desk. Two cells occupied the far wall, and in one of them was the Traitor. He was just a boy, no older than 12-y/o, and now Doug struggled not to pull his weapon, and gun down the kid.
“Is the corridor secured, Sergeant?” asked the only other person in the room.
“It is Inspector, Sir. Had trouble with a few Officers, but the MPs are under orders to shoot anyone that tries to get in here.”
“Very well, secure that hatch Sergeant.”
As Doug turned and shut the hatch, he did not see the Inspector move. The sound of the gun going off, made him turn, to see the boy dropping dead, before the Inspector, turned the gun on Doug. The second shot was just as deadly.
Doug was dead before he hit the ground.
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