Post by 223shootersc on Aug 25, 2019 18:47:58 GMT -6
Prologue
Time of the event the Morning of the Muslim Terrorist attack minus nineteen years plus or minus a few days as it was late September. Twos had just finished having a great Softball World Series and being name to the All World team. The winning of the All World Team nomination was worth a pretty good chunk of coins in his production and incentive-based contract. He knew exactly what he was going to do with the money. It had been his dream for a few years to have his own place to hunt for the elusive white tail deer. Twos and a few of his fellow softballers and a few other hunting buddies wanted a hunting club Lease of their own. It would have its own rules about what could be hunted and harvested. There would be sincere deer management of does and cull bucks. They all wanted a place they could hunt trophy deer and it be completely free range, not high fence hunting.
Twos and his best friend and fellow professional softball player Woods had actually hunted the piece of property a couple of times. The pristine tract was a 640-acre track bounded by a river, National Forest and thousands of acres of pine trees planted and grown for the paper industry. Twos had met the older gentleman who owned the property when a big buck that the land owner had shot, ran from his property had crossed in front of the stand Twos was sitting at about a hundred yards out from his food plot. Twos had nailed the ten-point deer with a split brow tine and two kickers, one on each G2. Some folks in the south call that a thirteen point as all the kickers were over an inch long. After dropping the big trophy in his tracks with his 26-inch heavy barreled, 300 Win Mag Ruger M-77 all weather stainless steel and composite stock with a Bushnell Elite 4500 4-12 X50mm scope he sat an admired his new personal best for a moment.
Twos climbed down from his ladder stand and walked down the hill to where the magnificent beast was laying. His exhilaration was running rampant this deer was by far the best deer he had ever harvested, unless there was some severe ground shrink. Every step he took the deer actually looked larger, not smaller as was usually the case. His thoughts were that he couldn't wait to show his life mate Ruth and his best friend Woods this great whitetail. He knew he would need to get an instant camera on his way home with the buck.
As he bent down and turned the large set of antlers, he noticed two things the deer had been shot before and was bleeding from two wounds. A behind the shoulder heart and lung shot he had made and another smaller hole a hand width back of his shot and low. The other thing he noticed was a refined older gentleman walking out of the woods carrying a finely engraved, gold-plated receiver Ruger No. 1 rifle. The gentleman wearing a nice brown fedora probably a Stetson by the looks and a Browning hunting jacket and a large frown. As he stood up from the deer, he realized he had lain his rifle down on the other side of the deer close but a mile away from where he needed it right now.
The gentleman started the conversation by saying, “Franklin, Frank Godwin and that is my family property right across the next ridge-line. That section of property and a few other acres that are attached and has been in the Godwin name since before the war. The civil war, they took the plantation, they being Yankee carpetbaggers right after the war. We managed to save this one as no hard work and sweat had been applied at that time. It was just a piece of woodland property in the middle of nowhere. I digress, son that is my deer, I mean no disrespect. I have been watching that deer for four seasons now on my acreage. This morning decided to finally take him before he went down the other side of antler growth and wouldn't you know it, he moved just as I pulled the trigger.”
Twos said, “He had definitely already been shot, the bullet wound is apparent. Mr. Godwin, I will be glad to help you get the deer back to your property. Do you want to gut the deer in the woods or do you want to get him back to your place?”
He just answered, “Here” and 'It's Time to go to Work'. Frank laid the ornate weapon up against a tree, took of his coat and removed a nice three-inch bladed skinner from its sheath and bent to the deer and started opening its belly. The meeting over a mutual deer had been the beginning of a fine and long relationship between Twos and Frank. From that time on for the next few years Mr. Frank and Twos would hunt his property a couple of times a year, one of the times would be opening day of hunting season and the second was the anniversary of the jointly killed whitetail that made the state record book for largest killed in the state that year. The deer also made the states all time top five for typical racks.
Twos had talked with Mr. Frank a few times about having a hunting club on the property. He had always said, it was Godwin Clan land and it wouldn't be right to have just anybody on the land. The last two years had not been kind to the aging gentleman and he had told Twos that if he wanted to lease the land for hunting, he would do so. The price would have been too much for him alone but with the seven other they could swing it. He and the others had leased the land for the next seven years and a few more trophy bucks probably out of the line of the monster were killed and the deer herd was very strong. When the lease came up for the eight-year Mr. Frank told Twos that he was dying, stage four Pancreatic cancer and he only had a few weeks to a couple of months and he wanted to hunt opening day with his best friend.
Twos said, “I understand, if you make it to the anniversary can I come and hunt that day with you.”
Mr. Frank laughed and said, “Silly, you are my best friend you can hunt anytime. The fact of the matter is, I have watched you and your buddy Woods, work the land and prepare it for the deer season and the others come and pitch in a few hours here and there. Mostly just you doing the sweat equity work and for that there will be three pieces of personal property given to you in my will. I have only one person left in my family and he will get the rest. The three things are the monster deer mount, the Ruger No.1, and the section of Godwin Clan land. No one else would treat it with the respect it needs and deserves. The only stipulation is you cannot sell the land, it has to be passed on to your heirs and they have to hold it for at least twenty-five years after your death. The taxes are paid for fifty-years in an equity account with my Lawyer.”
After finally being able to speak without breaking emotionally, Twos said, “Thank you and the Twos Clan will always walk these lands and treat them as your family has, with the respect and love it deserves.”
Time to go to Work
Twos replied, “What are you talking about?” Confused and in a fog, as my mind at all of a sudden went into neutral. My wife and kids would be at their schools already.
My wife needed a cell phone most of the time like most people need to be hit in the head by a tire iron. Her cell phone most times was A) turned off; B) not charged; C) she didn't know where it was at; D) all of the above. Of course, she needed the latest and greatest iPhone because she could use it shop with, so I was hoping she would answer. She answered on the fourth ring and said, “You know I am at school this better be life threatening.” Did I mention my wife didn't like for me to call her at work.
As she started to raise her voice so, I said, “Don't be mad at me right now, be mad that terrorists are attacking defenseless schools. Put the pistol and magazines into your pocketbook in the middle part as I have shown you before and go get our daughter. I will be there in about five minutes, meet me at the front door of the school. Also, Woods is picking up James and his boys from middle school and will meet us there. Be looking for them.”
Me not so much, on the famous part. I said, “Toy, have you not been informed there are terrorists attacking schools this morning all over the East coast. Right now, I need to get my family out of here.” At that very moment Woods shows up with my son and his two boys, along with his wife and some Lady I did not know.
Coming out of the door was Candace and Ruth with the Principal in tow. Asking questions, a mile a minute in a tone that I just couldn't put up with at the time. I stepped around the truck and strategically placed myself between my wife and he, saying, “We will be going now.” Adding that he needed to get the school locked down and asking, had he called the Sheriff's office to get the needed help for the protection of the students.
It was pure nirvana as he handed me a NEMO Arms Watchmen 2.0 in 300 Win Mag with a Night Force scope and four extra magazines in a satchel of some kind. He pulled out his tricked-out H&K 416 SBR with suppressor and one-point tactical sling. Snapped on his combat belt with stuff stuck everywhere on it. On his left hand were four Surefire sixty round mags with four mags on the outside for the Glock 17L that was stationed on his right hip.
The belt held a lot of other stuff like a first aid kit and a knife. Woods also handed an AR-15 of some kind to the woman with him that I didn't know and a fully tactical Remington 11-87 with what looked like a bandolier of fifty rounds of twelve gauge to his wife and said let's do this. You see, Woods had more money than most people as he had invented some kind of gizmo for the use on the Bakken oil sands rigs that increased the efficiency by like almost six percent. Didn't sound like that big a deal to me, but it must have been as some oil company paid him millions plus he gets a percentage of future royalties for twenty years.
Back to the problems at hand, Toy went running into the school and I got busy getting people up and into the school behind him. It helps being 6'2” and 255 pounds and even at a shade shy of fifty years old still able to bench press 405 pounds on a regular basis. When it comes to getting people off the ground and their butts in gear. I have the qualifications, to make it happen.
After getting everyone headed back into the school, I told James to come here and help me as I went back to the truck to retrieve, and old NEF Handi-rifle with Bull Barrel in 308 with an old Bushnell Elite 4five hundred scope that I had picked up used. This was my truck baby; it was old and worn and nothing like the NEMO but would shoot into 0.75 MOA with my hand loads of 165 grain ballistic tips and had brought down more deer than I could remember.
As I handed James the rifle and turned to go inside, I heard a round zing past my ear and hit the truck. As I reacted to this my sub-conscious registered the sound of shots being fired from the parking lot. As I was turning to face the oncoming group, I not so gently shoved my son towards the door to the school and threw myself to the ground, trying to think small, to better hide myself from the onslaught.
Seeing James make it into the school and out of the direct line of fire. The act of seeing my son to safety must have awaken some primeval fight or flight instinct in me that I didn't even know existed. Well, at least I had never experienced such a calm rage in all my forty-seven years and change. That is not to say that I hadn't experienced calm or rage before. The two had just not surfaced at the same time.
Yeah, I had experienced rage, one time in college a friend had kept messing with me while I was trying to study. I told him several times to quit and then he came back into my room and threw a bucket of water onto me and my study notes. A rage inside of me erupted and I jumped up and grabbed him and dislocated his shoulder and elbow before I even knew what I had done. It's funny how my brain was working at this time. Because, why did I just think of all this at a time when I should be using all my thinking skills to help with the situation with the terrorist. The same ones who were bent on my destruction at this time. The clarity though was amazing and my ability to comprehend and make snap judgments seem to be in hyper-drive.
The cross-hairs found another guy shooting an AK-47 in my direction and again the rifle went off as if it had a mind of its own. As I rode the recoil, I saw the round impact on the second terrorist and it seemed as if he had run into an invisible wall in slow motion. My mind was a terrible place to be at this time, as all of the data that my senses were sending to it was being assimilated and processed at a speed that I didn't know it was capable of doing. I guess that all the head doctors are right we must only use about ten percent of our brain’s capacity most of the time. Processing the next sight picture my mind told me that sirens were coming this way, I hope they realize they are coming into a hot shooting zone. Where, did that thought come from, as they say a mind is a terrible thing to waste.
I started to bring my rifle back on line and as I fired my third round or maybe just and eyelash before I pulled the trigger the terrorist, I was targeting fell from a wound that pulsed from his neck almost removing his head from his shoulders. My first thought was James had arrived at the party. As my brain processed the information the lady that had arrived with my friend Woods hollered for me to get my big stupid butt into the school. While letting loose a torrent of 5.56 mm down range from around the nearest corner alcove of the school. The alcove was only about fifteen inches jutting out but the Lady was slender enough to hide and shoot around the wall.
As she lay down fire, I found another terrorist and sent him to his god. No virgins today my friend. As I got up to run, I saw a couple more terrorist fall and the first police car pull into the teacher's parking lot and the officers’ dismount and start firing at the terrorist. This distraction gave me a large enough window to get into the school unharmed or at least that was what I thought.
As I got into the school I was met by my wife and family with Woods and his family. I hollered for them to spread out and get to cover. My wife ran to me and said, “You have been shot.”
Ruth said, “You have blood all over you.” She sent Candace to find the nurse, my wife had always been a take charge type of person. I was catching my breath and noticed that the gun shots were getting fewer and fewer. I told Woods he needed to check on the Lady outside as she may be pinned down now that the terrorist could put all their aimed fire towards her little area of sanctuary behind the alcove.
Woods just laughed. Well, I guess my calm/rage super awareness was wearing off cause this sure wasn't anything to laugh about in this situation. My family and friends, not to mention a whole school full of students and teachers were being attacked by a bunch of terrorist nut jobs.
Woods spoke, “The only people that are in trouble are the terrorist. My sister Beth, is a decorated veteran that was the first women and only woman to ever pass the Air Force Para rescue schools without the scale being changed. She also is the only woman in American history to lead men on the battle field and receive the Silver Star with Valor. To say she is GI Jane is doing her an injustice.”
As all this was being said, the sounds of shooting had stopped and all I could here was the police sirens and my ears ringing from all the shooting without any type of hearing protection. Woods sister, walks into the school with here AR still smoking and ask if everyone was okay. She did this like it was an afternoon tea and she was asking if anyone needed more sugar. At 5'6” and a hard buck twenty-five she didn't cast much of a shadow. However, it was evident when she spoke, whom controlled this room and I am guessing most if not all rooms. As I was thinking these thoughts my wife said, “Twos, has been shot.”
My name is George Brady Jacobs II, and I wore the number twenty-two while playing baseball in college where my wife and I first met, thus I am Twos.
Woods sister was all business, as she came to my side. Not so gently she said, “Where are you hit.” Well, the human mind is an amazing thing, if not a large bit confusing. The question she asked me, must have set off some kind of neuron transmitter overload and adrenaline dump valve stop. My thought pattern went into sensory overload and my mouth became mute. Trying to focus on the rapid amounts of data that my central nervous system was dumping and my brain was trying to process, had for lack of a better word, paralyzed my motor functions to help with this sensory overload. In what seemed like an eternity to me and in reality, was only fractions of a second, my brain said, we got this, back to the real-world Twos.
I looked up at the Lady, that had assumed control and profoundly said, “Don't know,” with a little laugh. Which sure made light of the present situation and everyone and everything seemed to realize on some level, that things were a little better than they were just a few minutes prior and maybe just maybe we were going to be alright. The lady who over the course of the next few minutes I would find out was recently retired with twenty years in before she had her 39th birthday Air Force Major Dianne Wood. On hearing my infamous answer to her very strategic question, cracked up with a very lilting laugh that was contagious.
Major Dianne said, “Now I know why my brother likes you so much. He always says, that if the money is on the line, bet on Twos, you will win most of the time. The reason being that pressure just turns his game up a notch and he is going to say something funny about some guy's in the crowds stupid looking hat. Talk about some random woman's cheap/ugly polyester top that went out of style in the 80's. Then he will walk up to the plate and hit one a mile, to win the game,” then she was back to business, all business hollering for her brother to run to the car and get her jump bag. I was wondering, what’s a jump bag?
Twos said, “No Woods it is too dangerous those terrorists may be able to snipe you as you run out there.”
The Major looked at me and said, “They are all down Thanks in most part to you, ‘deadeye’.” The police checked them out and you probably hit two of the four in the car with your revolver as they drove by, as they never made it out of the car. Also, the six from the van and the one from the car that charged the school shooting at you and the school you took out three of the seven.”
Twos said, “Now tell me another lie as I only shot the OMEN twice and was going to shoot the third guy when he fell from your weapon or the cops one. Also, if I got two in the car and there were four in the car why did only six from the van and one from the car, charge the school.” I felt really good about my Sherlock Holmes deductive reasoning skills. I knew I had her now, she just smiled at me like, my wife always does, you know the one, you seen it, school teachers, Mom's and wife's all have it. It's the one that says, we have to put up with you silly men if we want children and I will explain it to you later when we are alone not to embarrass you.
Major Dianne replied, “Let me take a look at your wounds as they are probably at least three and could someone please call an ambulance.”
When Woods set her jump bag down beside her, she said, “The wound on your face seems superficial, but let's remove the piece of metal sticking out of the wound and get something over it to stop all the bleeding. First, however roll over on your right side if it doesn't hurt to much and let me look at your arm and rib area. As she gently cut away my favorite Nike Dri-FIT shirt from my arm and my side, she said, “Just as I thought the wounds along your arm and ribs are most likely from a bullet that went between your arm and ribs when you were firing your rifle. Most probably between shots number two and the third shot that you didn't fire as there was a definite lag time between. The third shot should have already been fired.”
Twos said, “In that case, I still have a question, none of that explains how you think I got three of the charging terrorists and two in the car.”
“Then the driver of the car tried to flee the parking lot and ran into the second police car entering the exit he was trying to leave. The Terrorist Driver was shot as he ran from the car firing a Skorpion sub-machine gun at the police. As to how you killed three of the guys from the van, on the second shot both I and the two policemen saw the third guy go down shot in the right pelvic area and he bled out during the firefight. Apparently your 300 Win Mag projectile went through the first terrorist and still enough to energy to blow out the third guy’s pelvis. Happy now ‘Deadeye’,” asked the Major?
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“Ow! that hurt are you trying to kill me, also,” whined Twos. Again, that smile as she removed a small piece of the Copper jacket from a high velocity projectile that had decided to lodge itself in my cheek under my right eye.
The Major said, “I guess my not so bright brother was right, you are a big baby after the fact. He told me once about an amazing performance you perpetrated in Maryville, TN. He said you played three softball games on Sunday after being at the hospital all night on Saturday passing a kidney stone. My brother said, when you and your best friend showed up from the hospital at 8:00 am ready to play, when teammates ask you how you were. All you said was its “Time to go to Work” and preceded to go seventeen for eighteen with twelve bombs win MVP of the tournament and whine all the way home about how bad you felt.”
At this time my wife had, had about enough and said, “Is he going to be alright. I sure see lots of blood,” in a voice that said that's my big lug you are making goo goo eyes at Ms. Air Force Major. In a tone that only my wife Ruth Holly Jacobs could muster. That tone had put the fear of God in many young high school girl softball and volleyball players through the years. Not to mention Twos, James, and Candace on way too many occasions. The Jacobs family all new that ‘tone’ and the fact that, any second the wrath of Ruth could be upon you.
I tried to set up to stay between Ruth and the Major. I saw a confrontation brewing that would make the proverbial unstoppable force against an unmovable object, look like child’s play. Talk about collateral damage, this might make the twelve-dead terrorist and the Principle's death look like a game of Red Rover, Red Rover at the local kindergarten class recess.
However, as I tried to set up, the Major put her hand on my chest to hold me down. At the exact same moment my wife grabbed my arm to help me up and away. It was like two she wolves fighting for the Alpha of the pact. It might have been fun to watch had I not been the one to be having his injured arm and ribs effected by the tussle. So, I did what any red-blooded American hero would do, I screamed from the pain in my arm and ribs and passed out.
Luckily, well maybe not for me. At least for everyone else, the EMT's chose that moment to come running into the school foyer where all this was happening. The lead paramedic said, “Is that the man with the gunshot wound?”
My wife and the Major started talking, well let's call it what it was it was, hollering at the medic all at once. He was like Toy earlier today, deer in headlights, sensory overload, whatever. The EMT had locked down from too much data, to quickly, and violently. As luck would have it and let's face it sometimes it's better to be lucky than good. Twos best friend was the second EMT.
Phil “The Hammer” White at 6'3” and a Whopper, Fries and Shake shy of 275 pounds of muscle, let out a blood curdling whistle that stopped everyone in their tracks. Hammer was a take charge kind of guy and he restored order immediately. Just his pure size alone with his beach bond hair and ocean blue eyes was enough to stop most women in their tracks and truthfully a few men.
This later fact got Hammer a large amount of crap from Twos and Wood. Twos always told the story of the first time his wife Ruth, met Phil. Ruth wouldn't call him Hammer even though the only person Twos knew that called him Phil besides Ruth was his Mom and even she really called him Philip. Twos would say, my wife and I was sitting in the hotel lobby doing two things, having a good breakfast and waiting on Woods. When in walks Hammer in a spandex muscle shirt and shorts all wet from a workout and pumped up to the max. The shirt and shorts looked like they were about a medium and spray painted on, he needs at least an XXL shirt for his chest.
Phil asked, hey Twos, “Is that the lovely wife that I am always hearing about from you?”
Twos replied, “Yes, her name is Ruth.” Ruth gasped and said “Oh my, he's beautiful” and added, “I can't breathe.” That was the start of a great relationship between the three of us. Twos always added after that, to get your mind out of the gutter we are all just friends and all want to very much keep it that way.
Hammer asked, “Is Twos the one that is shot?”
Pointed at Ruth and said, “We will talk in a minute.” Pointing to the Major he said, “Talk to me about my friend and make it fast.” She told him about the wound on my face, arm and chest and that I just passed out and she didn't know if it was from the loss of blood or shock from pain. She had the good sense not to add the pain was enhanced by the quick tug of war between she wolves. Hammer pointed to his partner and said, “Check his vitals and let's make sure he is stable before we load him up. I will get the gurney from the bus,” and turned to hurry out the door.
Twos spoke up and said, “Get my children home and safe Woods.” Then slowly raised his hand into a clenched fist and said, “Hammer and Woods it is “Time to go to Work.” Everyone who witnessed this at first thought it was just something from their old softball days. In years to come they would say those words changed all of their lives.
Hammer closed the back door to the bus and ran around to the driver’s side door of the ambulance to get Twos and Ruth to the hospital. His friend was probably going to need some surgery on the rib cage as he could see the actual rib bone when they were dressing the wound. Twos arm and cheek were going to need some major stitches, also. Hopefully the terrorist hadn't injured too many other people in their small city of 20,000. As the bus pulled away the others at the high school including Woods and the Major got their selves in motion.
The Major thought, crap I meant Dead-eye and laughed, I guess he is just Twos some habits are hard to break. She opened the passenger side door and laid the NEMO against the front seat muzzle down. Then she placed the bag of magazines in the seat, within reach of the driver or a front passenger. The Major then looked over to her brother at the Excursion who was getting his wife and children loaded up and froze him with the look and said we need to talk big brother. Woods was almost to the day two years older than his sister but when she gave him the look, he knew he was in trouble. He knew he had been caught doing something he shouldn't and his little sister was fixing to make him pay for his sins, one way or another, it was usually in the form of a good whooping or doing her chores. She was not a stool pigeon or a rat, just in charge at all times between the siblings.
As he was finishing the instructions the ambulance stopped and Hammer opened the door and nurses and technicians from the ER attacked the gurney. As we rapidly rolled towards the ER doors, I could hear multiple sirens arriving or departing the hospital. Twos said, “Hammer take care of Ruth and the kids and get everyone to the Lease and safe.” He just nodded his head in the affirmative and said, “You know it,” with a sly little wink.
As they pushed me through the ER doors, Twos looked at Ruth and said, “Remember this I will always Love you and take care of you and the kids. Now don't cry and call Blake and get busy.” Making a pucker and pretended to kiss her as she let go of my hand and the doors closed between the two lovers.
Twos laughed and said, “Ma’am, can you make my face look a little better, the misses will surely appreciate it.”
“You are quite the charmer aren't you Mr. Jacobs,” replied the Doctor smiling under her mask and face shield.
Time of the event the Morning of the Muslim Terrorist attack minus nineteen years plus or minus a few days as it was late September. Twos had just finished having a great Softball World Series and being name to the All World team. The winning of the All World Team nomination was worth a pretty good chunk of coins in his production and incentive-based contract. He knew exactly what he was going to do with the money. It had been his dream for a few years to have his own place to hunt for the elusive white tail deer. Twos and a few of his fellow softballers and a few other hunting buddies wanted a hunting club Lease of their own. It would have its own rules about what could be hunted and harvested. There would be sincere deer management of does and cull bucks. They all wanted a place they could hunt trophy deer and it be completely free range, not high fence hunting.
Twos and his best friend and fellow professional softball player Woods had actually hunted the piece of property a couple of times. The pristine tract was a 640-acre track bounded by a river, National Forest and thousands of acres of pine trees planted and grown for the paper industry. Twos had met the older gentleman who owned the property when a big buck that the land owner had shot, ran from his property had crossed in front of the stand Twos was sitting at about a hundred yards out from his food plot. Twos had nailed the ten-point deer with a split brow tine and two kickers, one on each G2. Some folks in the south call that a thirteen point as all the kickers were over an inch long. After dropping the big trophy in his tracks with his 26-inch heavy barreled, 300 Win Mag Ruger M-77 all weather stainless steel and composite stock with a Bushnell Elite 4500 4-12 X50mm scope he sat an admired his new personal best for a moment.
Twos climbed down from his ladder stand and walked down the hill to where the magnificent beast was laying. His exhilaration was running rampant this deer was by far the best deer he had ever harvested, unless there was some severe ground shrink. Every step he took the deer actually looked larger, not smaller as was usually the case. His thoughts were that he couldn't wait to show his life mate Ruth and his best friend Woods this great whitetail. He knew he would need to get an instant camera on his way home with the buck.
As he bent down and turned the large set of antlers, he noticed two things the deer had been shot before and was bleeding from two wounds. A behind the shoulder heart and lung shot he had made and another smaller hole a hand width back of his shot and low. The other thing he noticed was a refined older gentleman walking out of the woods carrying a finely engraved, gold-plated receiver Ruger No. 1 rifle. The gentleman wearing a nice brown fedora probably a Stetson by the looks and a Browning hunting jacket and a large frown. As he stood up from the deer, he realized he had lain his rifle down on the other side of the deer close but a mile away from where he needed it right now.
The gentleman started the conversation by saying, “Franklin, Frank Godwin and that is my family property right across the next ridge-line. That section of property and a few other acres that are attached and has been in the Godwin name since before the war. The civil war, they took the plantation, they being Yankee carpetbaggers right after the war. We managed to save this one as no hard work and sweat had been applied at that time. It was just a piece of woodland property in the middle of nowhere. I digress, son that is my deer, I mean no disrespect. I have been watching that deer for four seasons now on my acreage. This morning decided to finally take him before he went down the other side of antler growth and wouldn't you know it, he moved just as I pulled the trigger.”
Twos said, “He had definitely already been shot, the bullet wound is apparent. Mr. Godwin, I will be glad to help you get the deer back to your property. Do you want to gut the deer in the woods or do you want to get him back to your place?”
He just answered, “Here” and 'It's Time to go to Work'. Frank laid the ornate weapon up against a tree, took of his coat and removed a nice three-inch bladed skinner from its sheath and bent to the deer and started opening its belly. The meeting over a mutual deer had been the beginning of a fine and long relationship between Twos and Frank. From that time on for the next few years Mr. Frank and Twos would hunt his property a couple of times a year, one of the times would be opening day of hunting season and the second was the anniversary of the jointly killed whitetail that made the state record book for largest killed in the state that year. The deer also made the states all time top five for typical racks.
Twos had talked with Mr. Frank a few times about having a hunting club on the property. He had always said, it was Godwin Clan land and it wouldn't be right to have just anybody on the land. The last two years had not been kind to the aging gentleman and he had told Twos that if he wanted to lease the land for hunting, he would do so. The price would have been too much for him alone but with the seven other they could swing it. He and the others had leased the land for the next seven years and a few more trophy bucks probably out of the line of the monster were killed and the deer herd was very strong. When the lease came up for the eight-year Mr. Frank told Twos that he was dying, stage four Pancreatic cancer and he only had a few weeks to a couple of months and he wanted to hunt opening day with his best friend.
Twos said, “I understand, if you make it to the anniversary can I come and hunt that day with you.”
Mr. Frank laughed and said, “Silly, you are my best friend you can hunt anytime. The fact of the matter is, I have watched you and your buddy Woods, work the land and prepare it for the deer season and the others come and pitch in a few hours here and there. Mostly just you doing the sweat equity work and for that there will be three pieces of personal property given to you in my will. I have only one person left in my family and he will get the rest. The three things are the monster deer mount, the Ruger No.1, and the section of Godwin Clan land. No one else would treat it with the respect it needs and deserves. The only stipulation is you cannot sell the land, it has to be passed on to your heirs and they have to hold it for at least twenty-five years after your death. The taxes are paid for fifty-years in an equity account with my Lawyer.”
After finally being able to speak without breaking emotionally, Twos said, “Thank you and the Twos Clan will always walk these lands and treat them as your family has, with the respect and love it deserves.”
Time to go to Work
The day had started like any other day for George Brady Jacobs II known as Twos to his friends and loved ones. Breakfast was served, a Little Debbie oatmeal cake in one hand and a Diet Mountain Dew in the other I was off to work. I opened the door to my F-250 and the 7.3L roared to life or at least it started easy enough. Driving the twenty miles to the office each morning was a time of reflection and preparation for the daily projects that I had in front of me. As I was getting close to work my HTC One phone rang and it was my best buddy Woods. Woods asked, “Man have you heard the news, terrorists are attacking schools, police stations, and hospitals all over the east coast of America.”
Clearing my head, I said, “When did you here this.”
Wood said, “It is on all the TV and radio stations, right now.”
As I checked my mirrors, I started looking for a turnaround place for the F-250 and started applying the brakes to make a quick 180-degree turn as I was heading in the wrong direction. I said, “I am going to my wife's school to pick her and my daughter up. Woods, you pick up my son and your two boys the Middle School and bring them to the high school and I will meet you there.”
As I raced back toward my wife and children, I reached into the console of my truck and picked up one of my truck guns. It was a fairly worn stainless steel Ruger Security Six 4-inch barrel 357 that had started its life as a weapon for the local Sheriff's office twenty or so years ago. I had bought four of them at the auction when the department had changed over to the Glock 17. After checking to make sure it was loaded, I dialed my wife's cell and hoped that she would actually answer her phone.
Twos said, “Honey, please listen, have they said anything at school about the terrorist attacks at schools all over the east coast?”
Ruth’s answer, was a startled and sharp cry and then a, “NO!!” I said, “You need to go right now to the Principal's office and explain to them that they need to lock the school down right now and call 911 and see if they can get police on site.”
Ruth said, “Bye,” and I screamed, “Wait…” My heart was pounding, as I thought she had hung up and finally she said, “WHAT!”
I said, “Get Candace with you before you do anything. Also, look under your desk in the back of your temporary file cabinet and remove the large folder in the back of the middle drawer. In the file folder is a Cz-82 and two extra magazines, just like the one you use when we go to the range.”
Twos a moment later continued, “Honey, I love you, now get going and remember. All guns are loaded, never point a gun at anything you aren't willing to shoot, finger off the trigger till ready to shoot, and know what is behind your target. See the front sight and squeeze the trigger.”
As I raced back into our small community, everything seemed to be normal. People were at the Hardee's having breakfast, Mr. Benjamin was putting out the lawn mowers in front of the hardware store and all apparently was well in the Munroe community. Time would surely tell a different story, today. As Paul Harvey would say, and here is the rest of the story.
Screeching the tires on the F-250 into the high school teachers parking lot and jumping out of my truck I met Toy Benjamin the school's lone resource officer. Toy wanted to know why I was parking in the teacher's lot as that wasn't permitted even though he knew I was Ms. Jacobs husband. At least he didn't say I was Ms. Holly's husband. My wife was kind of famous in Munroe, she had played college and then professional softball. Ruth even had a cup of coffee with the Olympic team before a knee injury cut her career short. Man, that girl looked good in that uniform, he thought in a moment of random nervous energy.
Coming out of the door was Candace and Ruth with the Principal in tow. Asking questions, a mile a minute in a tone that I just couldn't put up with at the time. I stepped around the truck and strategically placed myself between my wife and he, saying, “We will be going now.” Adding that he needed to get the school locked down and asking, had he called the Sheriff's office to get the needed help for the protection of the students.
As I was saying this, a car full of terrorists opened up on the front of the school with what looked to be AK-47's. I would later learn they were AK-74s. Pushing my wife and daughter to the ground, I pulled the Ruger from my paddle holster and fired all six rounds at the car as fast I could sight index and pull the trigger. The car kept going and was followed by a 13-passenger van into the main parking lot.
Trying to use one of my only two speed loaders to reload the Security Six, I noticed the multiple big red splotches in the front of the white shirt of the Principle. He was still standing but it was evident that his day was soon to be fatally ended. People were hollering and just plain going crazy, when I saw out of the corner of my eye, Toy just standing there like he was watching a parade. I don't think he had moved an inch during the whole escapade. I hollered at him to no avail so I jumped up and grabbed him as he pulled his weapon and pointed it at me.
Twos smacked him and said, “Wake up and get inside and get the doors locked down.”
Woods hollered and said, “We need to get out of here.”
Twos said, “Just go I need to help keep the kids and school safe if I can. He looked at me like I was crazy and then jumped out of his Excursion and ran around to the back and opened his truck vault and handed me a piece of art from the SUV.
Woods said, “If you are going to die today you might as well do it with the only thing on this planet you lust after as much as your wife.”
The belt held a lot of other stuff like a first aid kit and a knife. Woods also handed an AR-15 of some kind to the woman with him that I didn't know and a fully tactical Remington 11-87 with what looked like a bandolier of fifty rounds of twelve gauge to his wife and said let's do this. You see, Woods had more money than most people as he had invented some kind of gizmo for the use on the Bakken oil sands rigs that increased the efficiency by like almost six percent. Didn't sound like that big a deal to me, but it must have been as some oil company paid him millions plus he gets a percentage of future royalties for twenty years.
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After getting everyone headed back into the school, I told James to come here and help me as I went back to the truck to retrieve, and old NEF Handi-rifle with Bull Barrel in 308 with an old Bushnell Elite 4five hundred scope that I had picked up used. This was my truck baby; it was old and worn and nothing like the NEMO but would shoot into 0.75 MOA with my hand loads of 165 grain ballistic tips and had brought down more deer than I could remember.
As I handed James the rifle and turned to go inside, I heard a round zing past my ear and hit the truck. As I reacted to this my sub-conscious registered the sound of shots being fired from the parking lot. As I was turning to face the oncoming group, I not so gently shoved my son towards the door to the school and threw myself to the ground, trying to think small, to better hide myself from the onslaught.
Seeing James make it into the school and out of the direct line of fire. The act of seeing my son to safety must have awaken some primeval fight or flight instinct in me that I didn't even know existed. Well, at least I had never experienced such a calm rage in all my forty-seven years and change. That is not to say that I hadn't experienced calm or rage before. The two had just not surfaced at the same time.
Yeah, I had experienced rage, one time in college a friend had kept messing with me while I was trying to study. I told him several times to quit and then he came back into my room and threw a bucket of water onto me and my study notes. A rage inside of me erupted and I jumped up and grabbed him and dislocated his shoulder and elbow before I even knew what I had done. It's funny how my brain was working at this time. Because, why did I just think of all this at a time when I should be using all my thinking skills to help with the situation with the terrorist. The same ones who were bent on my destruction at this time. The clarity though was amazing and my ability to comprehend and make snap judgments seem to be in hyper-drive.
As I rolled in beside the right front tire of my truck, I was bringing the NEMO to bare on the terrorist. It was time to start giving back some of what I had been experiencing. I obtained a sight picture through the scope; the nearest terrorist came into the cross-hairs and the weapon seem to start the dance on it's on. I didn't even realize that I had taken up the two and half pounds on the trigger until I was riding the recoil of the weapon and bringing the scope back on line in search of the next shot. I noticed the first guy falling to his knees and a since of pride welled up in me to go along with the calm/rage. Who knew?
I started to bring my rifle back on line and as I fired my third round or maybe just and eyelash before I pulled the trigger the terrorist, I was targeting fell from a wound that pulsed from his neck almost removing his head from his shoulders. My first thought was James had arrived at the party. As my brain processed the information the lady that had arrived with my friend Woods hollered for me to get my big stupid butt into the school. While letting loose a torrent of 5.56 mm down range from around the nearest corner alcove of the school. The alcove was only about fifteen inches jutting out but the Lady was slender enough to hide and shoot around the wall.
As she lay down fire, I found another terrorist and sent him to his god. No virgins today my friend. As I got up to run, I saw a couple more terrorist fall and the first police car pull into the teacher's parking lot and the officers’ dismount and start firing at the terrorist. This distraction gave me a large enough window to get into the school unharmed or at least that was what I thought.
As I got into the school I was met by my wife and family with Woods and his family. I hollered for them to spread out and get to cover. My wife ran to me and said, “You have been shot.”
Twos replied, “No, I haven't.”
Woods just laughed. Well, I guess my calm/rage super awareness was wearing off cause this sure wasn't anything to laugh about in this situation. My family and friends, not to mention a whole school full of students and teachers were being attacked by a bunch of terrorist nut jobs.
Woods spoke, “The only people that are in trouble are the terrorist. My sister Beth, is a decorated veteran that was the first women and only woman to ever pass the Air Force Para rescue schools without the scale being changed. She also is the only woman in American history to lead men on the battle field and receive the Silver Star with Valor. To say she is GI Jane is doing her an injustice.”
As all this was being said, the sounds of shooting had stopped and all I could here was the police sirens and my ears ringing from all the shooting without any type of hearing protection. Woods sister, walks into the school with here AR still smoking and ask if everyone was okay. She did this like it was an afternoon tea and she was asking if anyone needed more sugar. At 5'6” and a hard buck twenty-five she didn't cast much of a shadow. However, it was evident when she spoke, whom controlled this room and I am guessing most if not all rooms. As I was thinking these thoughts my wife said, “Twos, has been shot.”
My name is George Brady Jacobs II, and I wore the number twenty-two while playing baseball in college where my wife and I first met, thus I am Twos.
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I looked up at the Lady, that had assumed control and profoundly said, “Don't know,” with a little laugh. Which sure made light of the present situation and everyone and everything seemed to realize on some level, that things were a little better than they were just a few minutes prior and maybe just maybe we were going to be alright. The lady who over the course of the next few minutes I would find out was recently retired with twenty years in before she had her 39th birthday Air Force Major Dianne Wood. On hearing my infamous answer to her very strategic question, cracked up with a very lilting laugh that was contagious.
Major Dianne said, “Now I know why my brother likes you so much. He always says, that if the money is on the line, bet on Twos, you will win most of the time. The reason being that pressure just turns his game up a notch and he is going to say something funny about some guy's in the crowds stupid looking hat. Talk about some random woman's cheap/ugly polyester top that went out of style in the 80's. Then he will walk up to the plate and hit one a mile, to win the game,” then she was back to business, all business hollering for her brother to run to the car and get her jump bag. I was wondering, what’s a jump bag?
Twos said, “No Woods it is too dangerous those terrorists may be able to snipe you as you run out there.”
The Major looked at me and said, “They are all down Thanks in most part to you, ‘deadeye’.” The police checked them out and you probably hit two of the four in the car with your revolver as they drove by, as they never made it out of the car. Also, the six from the van and the one from the car that charged the school shooting at you and the school you took out three of the seven.”
Twos said, “Now tell me another lie as I only shot the OMEN twice and was going to shoot the third guy when he fell from your weapon or the cops one. Also, if I got two in the car and there were four in the car why did only six from the van and one from the car, charge the school.” I felt really good about my Sherlock Holmes deductive reasoning skills. I knew I had her now, she just smiled at me like, my wife always does, you know the one, you seen it, school teachers, Mom's and wife's all have it. It's the one that says, we have to put up with you silly men if we want children and I will explain it to you later when we are alone not to embarrass you.
Major Dianne replied, “Let me take a look at your wounds as they are probably at least three and could someone please call an ambulance.”
When Woods set her jump bag down beside her, she said, “The wound on your face seems superficial, but let's remove the piece of metal sticking out of the wound and get something over it to stop all the bleeding. First, however roll over on your right side if it doesn't hurt to much and let me look at your arm and rib area. As she gently cut away my favorite Nike Dri-FIT shirt from my arm and my side, she said, “Just as I thought the wounds along your arm and ribs are most likely from a bullet that went between your arm and ribs when you were firing your rifle. Most probably between shots number two and the third shot that you didn't fire as there was a definite lag time between. The third shot should have already been fired.”
Twos said, “In that case, I still have a question, none of that explains how you think I got three of the charging terrorists and two in the car.”
“You are like a dog after a bone aren't you. If I must, here is how it went down, as best as I and the cops could put it together in two minutes or less. Follow me and stay up, as an ambulance will be here in a minute. As the terrorist drove by and shot at yawl in front of the school. There bullets hit and killed the Principal. Your return fire hit the front passenger, who was firing an AK-74 at the front of the school, probably killing him instantly as the 158 grain SJHP you fired from your Security-Six hit him in the side of the head.”
“One of the other bullets must have hit the second terrorist firing from the passenger window in the side probably going through at least one lung and he bled out or suffocated in the car. The car and the van then went into the parking lot and the van dispersed its terrorist. In the car the other guy in back seat of the car jumped out and charged the school.”
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The Major said, “I guess my not so bright brother was right, you are a big baby after the fact. He told me once about an amazing performance you perpetrated in Maryville, TN. He said you played three softball games on Sunday after being at the hospital all night on Saturday passing a kidney stone. My brother said, when you and your best friend showed up from the hospital at 8:00 am ready to play, when teammates ask you how you were. All you said was its “Time to go to Work” and preceded to go seventeen for eighteen with twelve bombs win MVP of the tournament and whine all the way home about how bad you felt.”
At this time my wife had, had about enough and said, “Is he going to be alright. I sure see lots of blood,” in a voice that said that's my big lug you are making goo goo eyes at Ms. Air Force Major. In a tone that only my wife Ruth Holly Jacobs could muster. That tone had put the fear of God in many young high school girl softball and volleyball players through the years. Not to mention Twos, James, and Candace on way too many occasions. The Jacobs family all new that ‘tone’ and the fact that, any second the wrath of Ruth could be upon you.
I tried to set up to stay between Ruth and the Major. I saw a confrontation brewing that would make the proverbial unstoppable force against an unmovable object, look like child’s play. Talk about collateral damage, this might make the twelve-dead terrorist and the Principle's death look like a game of Red Rover, Red Rover at the local kindergarten class recess.
However, as I tried to set up, the Major put her hand on my chest to hold me down. At the exact same moment my wife grabbed my arm to help me up and away. It was like two she wolves fighting for the Alpha of the pact. It might have been fun to watch had I not been the one to be having his injured arm and ribs effected by the tussle. So, I did what any red-blooded American hero would do, I screamed from the pain in my arm and ribs and passed out.
Luckily, well maybe not for me. At least for everyone else, the EMT's chose that moment to come running into the school foyer where all this was happening. The lead paramedic said, “Is that the man with the gunshot wound?”
My wife and the Major started talking, well let's call it what it was it was, hollering at the medic all at once. He was like Toy earlier today, deer in headlights, sensory overload, whatever. The EMT had locked down from too much data, to quickly, and violently. As luck would have it and let's face it sometimes it's better to be lucky than good. Twos best friend was the second EMT.
Phil “The Hammer” White at 6'3” and a Whopper, Fries and Shake shy of 275 pounds of muscle, let out a blood curdling whistle that stopped everyone in their tracks. Hammer was a take charge kind of guy and he restored order immediately. Just his pure size alone with his beach bond hair and ocean blue eyes was enough to stop most women in their tracks and truthfully a few men.
This later fact got Hammer a large amount of crap from Twos and Wood. Twos always told the story of the first time his wife Ruth, met Phil. Ruth wouldn't call him Hammer even though the only person Twos knew that called him Phil besides Ruth was his Mom and even she really called him Philip. Twos would say, my wife and I was sitting in the hotel lobby doing two things, having a good breakfast and waiting on Woods. When in walks Hammer in a spandex muscle shirt and shorts all wet from a workout and pumped up to the max. The shirt and shorts looked like they were about a medium and spray painted on, he needs at least an XXL shirt for his chest.
Phil asked, hey Twos, “Is that the lovely wife that I am always hearing about from you?”
Twos replied, “Yes, her name is Ruth.” Ruth gasped and said “Oh my, he's beautiful” and added, “I can't breathe.” That was the start of a great relationship between the three of us. Twos always added after that, to get your mind out of the gutter we are all just friends and all want to very much keep it that way.
Hammer asked, “Is Twos the one that is shot?”
Pointed at Ruth and said, “We will talk in a minute.” Pointing to the Major he said, “Talk to me about my friend and make it fast.” She told him about the wound on my face, arm and chest and that I just passed out and she didn't know if it was from the loss of blood or shock from pain. She had the good sense not to add the pain was enhanced by the quick tug of war between she wolves. Hammer pointed to his partner and said, “Check his vitals and let's make sure he is stable before we load him up. I will get the gurney from the bus,” and turned to hurry out the door.
By the time he came back with the gurney Twos had aroused from his past-out status and was talking with the other EMT. Hammer looked at the other EMT and got and almost imperceptible nod from his partner on the bus for the last six years. Phil said, “Just like you to be sleeping Twos,” and reached down to get his buddies hand and give it a squeeze before helping get him onto the stretcher. As they walked him to the ambulance, Hammer turned to Ruth and said, “Come with us.” Phil, looked to Candace and James and said, “Your Dad is going to be alright don't worry, he loves yawl to much not to get better.”
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Woods said, “We need to get the children to Twos place and start from there. Dianne can you get Twos truck home, as I know he will not want it left here. Second thought, maybe it needs to stay for the police investigation.”
The Major said, “I don't think there will be much of an investigation, under the circumstances I think it will be better to move it and ask for forgiveness than try and get permission.”
James said, “I will go with the Major,” as he picked up the Ruger Security-Six from where his Dad had been laying and bleeding just moments before. He looked to his sister as only a brother could while putting the revolver in his coat pocket and said, “Let's go there is work to be done you heard Dad,” with a look that his friends had never seen from the fifteen-year-old boy.
The Major thought, Twos would have had some extreme explanation to do if his Mom had of seen that look. Little did she know, but Mom was on board if not a charter member of the Jacobs family prepping and training regiments, all be it underground for OP SPEC reasons. Even though she didn't always participate or approve of the methods.
James looked at Candace and said, “Run and get your friends Samantha (Sam) and Sarah and I will get Thomas and Megan do you know where they are as I don't.”
Candace replied, “I will get them all as they will still be in their homerooms and I know just where they will be. You need to come as they might not come with just me.”
The pair setting off down the hall at a jog, on a quest for their friends. The Major picked up the OMEN and the bag of magazines from the floor. She dropped the magazine from the weapon and pulled back the charging handle on the rifle ejecting the round from the chamber and made safe the weapon. This action jogged her memory of the gun fight and her recall, and it said that Twos had fired a third shot. Meaning in reality he had taken out four of the six terrorists from the van. She thought everyone else may call him Two, but he is definitely Dead-eye to me from now on as she walked to his truck.
As she walked to the truck it occurred to her that the keys may be in his pocket. Walking out the door she laughed about the keys as the big 7.3 L turbo Diesel Ford truck was still running, like a steed waiting for its thrown knight. Amazingly the only damage to the truck seemed to be a couple of bullet holes in the doors on the right side above where Twos had lain firing his rifle.
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As the Major was getting ready to ask Woods a few hard questions, the ambulance was getting close to its arrival at the city hospital. Hammer had already made contact with the ER to expect a gunshot injury and to have the Trauma surgeon awaiting and ready for surgery on his friend.
Twos looked at his wife of over twenty-five years and said, “Honey you need to listen and listen good. We only have a few minutes before we are in the ER. Then only GOD knows how long before I am out of the ER. As soon as they take me in, you need to call Blake.”
Ruth started to raise her voice but, Twos gave her his look. His kids and wife said his eyes got big and he looked scary and very intimidating when he did it. Twos always thought they were just making this up, but he was very wrong. You could just ask anyone who had ever been on the end of the Twos look and that included Woods, Hammer, and Blake. The look said, I don't want to hear it and you better start listening if you know what is good for you.
Twos said, “Just listen please Honey. Call Blake and tell him I said it is ‘Time to go to Work’, then tell him to get to the hospital and pick you up and take you home. I know you want to be with me, however there are more important things to do than sit in a hospital waiting room right now. I need you to go home and open the gun safe and look on the top shelf. On the top shelf is a purple Crown Royal bag and in it is some cash. Get the cash your checkbook and the American Express.”
“Tell Blake to hook his truck to my trailer and go with you to Costco and then to Sam's. We need to pick up all the pinto beans, dry beans of any kind, the fifty-pound bags of popcorn, and any kind of rice we can get and yes, I am talking about five hundred pounds being a start, a ton would be better. Also, we need at least five hundred pounds of salt un-iodized preferably and five hundred pounds of sugar get more if possible. Please get plenty of spices and bullion both chicken, ham, and beef. Get all the canned chicken, Salmon, Treat and Spam and canned meat of any kind you can get. Pay for this with the American Express if they will take it.”
“Also, get as much, isopropyl alcohol, Hydrogen peroxide and Neosporin that you can find. We also want four or five large bottles like a thousand count of aspirin, Aleve, Ibuprofen, and Tylenol. Get some Pepto -Bismol and cold medicine if you can find it and anything else like that you think we might need, like toilet paper, toothpaste, and feminine products of all kinds.”
“Honey, I need you to tell Woods he needs to go to Abernathy's and pick up the following; the two SKSs that I have on hold and have been paying on and four AR-15 uppers if he has them. Flat tops preferably and all the 5.56mm, 7.62 X39, 12-gauge slugs, and buck and 9mm he will sell us. Woods also needs to go to Harvick’s Electric and pickup one of the hydro generators like he has at his house and all the stuff to make it work. Woods will know what he needs. Tell him all of this and anything else he thinks we will need, goes to our hunting lease. Woods and Blake can take you and the kids there and show you, if you have forgotten the way. Blake also needs to come back and load the Kubota and all the implements to take to the Lease.”
As they pushed me through the ER doors, Twos looked at Ruth and said, “Remember this I will always Love you and take care of you and the kids. Now don't cry and call Blake and get busy.” Making a pucker and pretended to kiss her as she let go of my hand and the doors closed between the two lovers.
Ruth dialed the phone to Blake and he answered, “Hello.”
“Blake this is Ruth…, yes Twos Ruth. He has been shot and is in the ER. I don't know they have him in the back. Phil went in with him so when he comes out, we will know more. Right now, before Twos went in, he said for me to call and tell you it's “Time to go to Work.” We are at General and he wants you to come and pick me up and take me home and then go on some foolish shopping spree. You will be here in three minutes, how is that as you work clear across town. Well, never mind with the long story I am in the ER, come in when you get here. I will be waiting on Phil to come out or the Doctor with some news,” Ruth explained.
Blake mashed the accelerator thinking if Twos used that phrase. It is bad and I need to go help get us through the next few minutes, hours, and days. Right now, minutes count.
Twos was thinking this place is a madhouse, there were Doctors, nurses and technicians doing all kind of stuff to him and around him. At that time a set of angelic looking eyes behind a mask and safety glasses, said, “Can you tell me your name and where it hurts.”
Thinking, well I thought we would be passed those type questions. Guess one has to start somewhere. Twos answered, “Doctor, Ma'am, my given name is George Brady Jacobs the second but my friends call me Twos. She said, “Twos it is then and where do you hurt.”
Twos said, “Doc I don't really hurt anywhere unless you all move me or stick me with those needles. I don't really like needles you know.”
The young Doctor just laughed and said, “The needles part is about over for right now. It looks like we are going to be spending a little time together, however. My first look diagnosis says the EMT's were correct. We are going to have to do some repair work on your rib cage and some major stitches on your face.”
“You are quite the charmer aren't you Mr. Jacobs,” replied the Doctor smiling under her mask and face shield.
Twos grinned and said, “Ma'am, I thought we were passed the formal names you seeing me naked and all,” thinking it seemed as if she was saying something to me as everything went to black.
As Twos was fading to black, Hammer and Blake ascended on the ER waiting room at the same time in search of Ruth and more information from her about how Twos got injured. As they saw each other the sound of gunshots came from the outside of the building. They were close, but not danger close. Well at least for the moment.
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