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The Right Reasons 7: Pursuit and Capture
Rating: IM15
Summary: This one’s all Gunny and Webb, but I hope you like it anyway.
Disclaimer: See Part 1 for disclaimers.
Spoilers: All the way through the Season 9 finale. Let’s hope I get this
done before Season 10 begins.
Hotel near Phoenix, Arizona
“Gunny!” Webb yelled through the closed bathroom door.
“What?” he replied, not taking his eyes off the house. The two former CIA
employees hadn’t left yet.
He heard the bathroom door open and Webb was right behind him. “Is this your
idea of a joke?!”
Now Gunny looked. Webb was holding up a lacy bra and panties.
“I didn’t buy that!” Gunny held up his hands. Then comprehension dawned on him
and he said, “Oh, no. Irene …”
“Who’s Irene?” Webb demanded.
“Someone I ran into at the mall. Literally. I must have picked up one of her
bags by mistake.” He reached out and tweaked it from Webb’s hands. “I’ll take
care of this. You need to get changed before Anders and Williams bolt on us,
Clay.”
Irene, huh? Webb thought as he ducked back in and finished changing. He was back
out before their targets left the building. Gunny and Webb got into the SUV and
began tailing the men. They drove into a remote area outside of Phoenix. Gunny
kept back from the other vehicle to avoid being spotted.
It was difficult, though, since there weren’t many vehicles on the highway.
Gunny had to pull off the road into the brush. As they bumped along, Webb asked
him, “Taking the scenic tour?” He knew exactly why he had done it, but enjoyed
needling him. “Or maybe you’re trying to find that Irene.”
“I’m trying to save our skin, dammit,” Gunny gritted out. “Or maybe you’d prefer
an up-close-and-personal with those guys?”
Suddenly, shots rang out and their windshield shattered. Instinctively, both men
ducked down and drew their sidearms.
“Looks like I’m going to get it whether I wanted to or not,” Webb whispered to
Gunny.
“Shut up,” Gunny replied. “Crack your door open slowly and slide out.”
“Are you insane?!” Webb exclaimed. Gunny must be trying to get back at him for
that Irene remark.
“Would you rather stay in here and wait until they get a lucky shot and hit the
gas tank or something?” Webb was irritated, but the man did have a point. And he
could see that the passenger side of the vehicle was somewhat protected by the
scrubby excuses for trees that were growing on this stretch of road.
“Here goes nothing,” he muttered to himself, and pulled the door handle. Nothing
happened. Encouraged, he edged his body out of the SUV and crouched behind the
brush. Looking around, he didn’t see anything or anyone.
“Gunny,” he directed his head toward the still-open door of the SUV. “The coast
looks cl-” He stopped speaking as he heard a familiar, and unpleasant, sound.
The sound of the hammer being cocked back on a firearm.
“Now that I have your attention,” a female voice spoke from behind him, “Why
don’t you and your friend explain why you were trespassing?”
To Part 8
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