Extract from action adventure story: Pathfinder, by Gerry Fruin.
Work ongoing! (Section of Chapter 1)
The van disappeared as dark clouds hurtled over the tops then just as suddenly it reappeared in a quick burst of weak sunlight. His mood was sombre and his mind in automatic, as he watched disinterestedly as the heavy rain once again shut off the image.
‘An odd place for a small van to be at this time of year,’ filtered slowly into his tired mind. It did not feel right and he started to look with more intent now. Faintly he made out the van as one of the rear doors swung open and as the image disappeared once again in the murk. He thought he had seen a naked figure leap out.
Believing the weather was playing tricks with his vision he turned to look at the receding cloud and waited for the next view using his peripheral vision. This was a much more accurate way to obtain a snap shot of any vague movement, particularly at night or as he was now, in very poor light conditions.
It could not be someone going to relieve themselves naked in this weather, whatever was going on in the van. He smiled at his salacious thoughts. Yet there it was again. Yes, it was a naked figure no mistaking – it was a female. In an instant he was fully alert. She was running towards his position over the rough, fell-top grass and hard, sharp rocks.
Quickly he calculated the distance before she disappeared again about one hundred and fifty metres away. This was no ordinary situation. A man appeared round the side of the van with what ‘John’ was convinced was a weapon.
At the sight of the weapon his military training kicked in. He moved instantly, working out an interception point with the woman. ‘What the hell was going on?’ he asked himself, as he cut the distance to the position he had last spotted the naked figure.
Again, the fickle weather gave a flash shot of the van showing there were more figures. In the split second he had sight of the shapes, he guessed three and possibly four dark-clad men. Two were nearer so they must be chasing the woman, he would have to be careful now as he would soon be coming into their direct line of sight. Then he saw the naked figure less than fifty metres to his right, whether she fell or dived for cover, he was not sure, but she was lost to him.
Closing in on her, he knew she was no physical threat, no way could she conceal a weapon, he took no humour from this, as he knew something was seriously wrong. To confirm that, the cloud lifted and he clearly heard the sharp crack of a small calibre handgun. ‘Christ’ he thought, ‘more than serious, a kill was about to go down.’
It was not a military issue and he should and could turn away and disappear into the low hung cloud, but a naked woman? He did not pause to consider the ramifications, this felt wrong and he could face the consequences later.
First, stop the killing.
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