Chapter 3
There aren’t many people Sameen Shaw can honestly say she likes. Two of them are in the shop with her. Even if they’re idiots at times, they’re her idiots.
The first gunman is dead before he can point his weapon. A well placed blow to the throat breaks his larex. John smoothly dislocates the shoulder of the next man through the door, wrenches the rifle out of his hand and clubs him down.
Shaw grabs the next goon by his collar, pulling him forward so he trips over his dead companion. A sharp chop to the back of his neck as he goes down ensures he won’t be getting up anytime soon.
Reese shots the next one in the knee, pulls the gun out of his hands and tosses it to Shaw. She catches it and swings it like a baseball bat. Number five is down with a broken nose if he’s lucky. Sameen doesn’t give a shit if he’s unlucky.
She can hear people in the store behind her screaming in confusion and fear. She doesn’t care if they escape or not except she knows Harold will be upset if something happens to them and if Harold’s upset, then John will be upset She swings the gun again catching the next goon in the chin. Reese slams the butt of his gun into the goons gut and he’s down for the count.
Sameen hopes that Harold is trying to get away because there five more coming. She doesn’t dare spare a second to glance back to make sure Finch is away. John’s gun is out and he shoots gunman number seven in the shoulder. Sameen pulls out her pistol and drops number eight.
Then Bear is there, leaping on one of the goons and bringing him down. The creep screams and tries to shoot the dog but John puts a bullet through his head before he can turn the rifle in the right direction.
Distracted by Bear, John and Sameen; the last two gunman don’t notice Root walked up behind them. Not until she shoots them in the back of their head, anyhow.
“Hi.” Sameen greets Root.
“Hey.” Root smiles. “Buy anything good?”
“Picked out a couple of things.” Sameen tells her. “Didn’t have a chance to pay for them yet.”
“Are you alright?” Harold is limping down the aisle towards them.
“Why are you still here?” Reese and Bear hurry over to fuss over the older man. “You should have gone out the back door.”
“It was all over before I got there.” Finch tells him. “I think everyone else has fled. Are you sure you’re alright,John?”
“They’re so cute.” Root whispers loud enough for the men to hear.
“I may puke.” Sameen agrees. Finch and Reese both glare at the women.
“Carter and Fusco should be here soon.” Root announces cheerfully.
“I can’t imagine what Mr. MacLeod could have done to inspire such a response.” Finch says thoughtfully. “There was nothing in his past that would justify such an assault.”
“Maybe he was just going to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.” Root suggests.
“Why would 11 men armed with semi-automatics assault a sex shop?” John yanks one of the still breathing ones off the floor and gives him a little shake. “I don’t suppose you would care to explain.”
The goon’s response is profane. Sameen doesn’t have the longest fuse and her temper flares. She advances on the goon with a little growl.
“You are going to tell us exactly what is going on here.” She tells him.
“Who’s gonna make me?” He sneers at her. Sameen grins.
“You know, I used to be a doctor.” She announces. “A surgeon in fact.”
“Ms. Shaw,” Finch says nervously.
“And there was always one operation I never got a chance to perform, bilateral Orchiectomy. Of course I don’t have a scalpel on me but there’s a lot to be said for more primitive methods.” She cracks her knuckles with a wide grin. Everyone but Harold looks confused. Finch just looks appalled. The creep is starting to get really nervous.
“What’s an Orchi-thingie?” Reese asks Finch.
“Ms. Shaw is threatening to manually excise his gonads.” Finch tells him. John considers that for a moment.
“Ouch.” He deadpans. The idea doesn’t seem to bother him very much. “Is it possible for her to pull them off with her bare hands?” He asks curiously.
“It’s easier with pliers.” Root tells them. She looks rather excited at the prospect.
“I don’t suppose it takes a great deal of strength.” Harold sighs resignedly. “Do try not to get blood all over everything, Ms. Shaw.”
“You’re joking, right?” The goon is struggling to get away but John’s grip is like iron. “Don’t let her touch me, man.”
“It’s up to you.” Sameen tells him. “You either tell us everything we want to know or I grab, twist, pull and bring some home to Mama.”