Chapter 4 - No Tell Motel
The rifle cracked loudly from the hotel room doorway. I simultaneously heard the glass shatter across the courtyard, followed by a woman screaming in shear terror. As rear guard I was last in the stack and didn't want to stick my pumpkin out of line for a better look. Besides, I was guarding the team's six, forward was the last place I should be looking, but it was killing me. Was it ours? It had to be. The suspect only had a pistol we were told. Nothing's as loud or has that signature sound like our Remington .308 sniper rifles. Mickey and Rock had been paired up in that upper courtyard room since this whole thing began, overlooking the target room, and we were stacked and ready in a nearby breezeway moving to our final staging point, about 3 rooms away from the crisis point. But everything had just gone to hell in a hand basket…Par for the course. I felt a tug on the handle of my armor, which is on my upper rear shoulder. We're moving. "Assault, Assault, A