They believed me to be easy prey.
They did not know that some days, some days, I am Death incarnate. But they learned.
I could tell by the stench upon them that they were responsible for the mournful village that I had passed through the day before. Their odor – a mixture of garlic and the faint, peculiar scent that belongs only to cordite – had lingered about the town.
These men, gathered as they were, were undeniably artillery spotters, and they were preparing to engage in their particular trade.
I didn’t bother with the BAR.
Instead, I let my hands drop to the Colts, easing the hammers back as I stopped a short distance from the men.
One of them called out to me in German, and so I answered in the same.
“Where are you going, friend?” he asked. His smile was broad, as though he thought I might not see his colleagues easing knives out of sheaths.
“I’m looking for headquarters,” I replied, settling into a shooting stance. “I’d like to have a word or two with whoever is in charge.”
“No one’s in command,” the man replied, laughing. “We are on our own, and we have been for years.”
I heard the lie in his voice, and I smiled.
The men nearest to me charged, evidently mistaking my calm demeanor for that of a fool’s.
They died with looks of dull surprise on their faces.
Their comrades reached for rifles and pistols, knives forgotten.
But my Colts were already drawn, my feet were planted, and I don’t miss.
Not when I am angry.
Eight of the men died in as many seconds. The ninth man, the idiot with whom I had been speaking, he tried to run.
I put a round through his knee and dropped him. He tried to draw his sidearm, but before he could, I was there.
I plucked the weapon from his hand, tossed it aside, and broke each of his fingers. As he lay in the dirt, screaming at me, I reloaded my Colts, holstered them, and sat down beside the man.
He snarled at me, and then I stuck my thumb in the hole in his knee.
His snarl became a shriek, and I withdrew my thumb before he could pass out.
There were questions I needed answered.
He answered as many as he could, though not nearly enough.
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