Free Tuck's Revenge by Rory Flannigan

plotting
and killing each other all the time, there will soon come a time
when nobody trusts anybody else, and that's not a place I want to
be, do you?”
    Tuck stopped for a moment to let his words
sink in. "In closing, I want to let you know I’ll be looking into
getting all the names of everyone associated with us. In the next
few weeks, I’ll be contacting all of them. So if you have a list of
members, I'd like to have them, and we'll compile the names and
contact them all. Thank you all for coming.”
    As the meeting broke up and everyone went
their separate ways, Tuck turned to Boots and asked, "Who do you
know that would be good to serve on a council?”
    "Well, that would take a little thought, but
I bet we could come up with some good people."
    "These people seem to know and trust you. How
do you feel about being my liaison until I/we get a Board of
Trustees or a Council set up?”
    "Sure, anything I can do to get this mess
straightened out, I'm willing to help.”
    "Good, give the people that just left some
time to think about it and decide what they want to do. Then
contact them in two or three days and prompt them to talk to others
they know to let them know what is going to happen. Also let them
know I am staying here for a couple of weeks. If anyone comes
asking for me, tell them I'm in the last room on the end. It may be
a good Idea to not put anybody in that room or the one next to it
for a few days in case anybody wants to come calling on me.”
    "Okay. Do I need to make sure my insurance is
paid up on the motel?”
    "That may be a good Idea.”
    "Oh shit. I think I'll do that first.”
    "If anything happens, just stay out of the
way until it's over. And stay on your toes for the next few days,
things may get interesting around here.”
    "Oh boy. Well, been needing to do some
remodeling anyway.”
    So, as preparations were being made, and
phone calls placed, Tuck got ready for whatever was going to come.
As the days passed, it stayed quiet. It wasn’t until the fifth day
when three military style vehicles pulled in and faced the last
room where Tuck was supposedly staying.
    Tuck had seen them pull in and knew this
wasn't good news, so he grabbed his gear and got out of sight. Half
a dozen men jumped out of the vehicles with weapons. Tuck
immediately went in the bathroom and out the window, down the back
of the units until he came out the opposite end that led to the
street.
    He walked up the sidewalk, and noticed a car
sitting across the street with two men watching the goings on and
talking on two-way radios. As the guy talked on the radio, he
noticed a man with the group in front of the motel room responding
back.
    Tuck carefully retreated so he could regroup.
After looking the situation over for a second, Tuck decided to make
a move on the car across the street. He stayed in the blind spot of
the vehicle and slipped up behind them. As he reached the car, he
pulled out his knife and pistol. On the passenger side, he put his
knife under the man’s ear and pushed it in about a half Inch, then
pointed the pistol at the driver.
    He instructed them to freeze, then get out of
the car slowly on the passenger side. They did as instructed, and
as the driver stepped out he made a move for the knife, and Tuck
pushed the knife in to the hilt and the man was dead instantly.
That made the driver stop in his tracks when he saw Tuck was
serious, and then he followed the instructions to the letter. Tuck
still had the pistol pointed at his head, the man no doubt knew
Tuck wouldn't hesitate to use it.
    With the driver in tow, Tuck made his way
back to the motel office. As they walked inside, Boots came out and
told Tuck he saw two men go around toward the back. Tuck told the
driver to take out his radio, call his teammates, and order them to
stand down or he was going to die.
    The driver started to say something, and Tuck
drove the knife in his leg and said, "Do It now or you're going to
die. You have thirty seconds to