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everything I say.”
    Jason was about to leave the office, when Matt stopped him.
    “Agent Mallock! Get your ass back in here,” he said.
    Danny said to Jason, “let’s hear what the chief has to say.”
    Matt cleared his throat. “We have read your report, and understand the situation you both went through. You were not expecting any trouble down in Mexico, which is in your favor, but letting the assailant get away with professor Shireberg and not knowing her whereabouts is another thing. You should have got more information from her, which could have given us a clue to where the kidnapper might have taken her.”
    Jason stood up in protest. “That’s bullshit! You had warned me before I left for Mexico that I was not to pull another stunt that might risk the injury of a civilian, and that’s what I did. You know I could have taken that shot with precise accuracy. I could have blown his brains all over the wall, but held back as agent Langley warned me not to put Miss Shireberg’s life at risk.”
    Matt cleared his throat again. He knew Jason was right, but had orders from his superior, leaving him with no other choice.
    Matt said, “I’m afraid you have just three weeks to get professor Shireberg back. If not, then I have orders to take you off the case.”
    Jason looked at David Hewitt, who had a smug look across his face. He knew it was his doings. Jason stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him. He needed to let off steam, and fast before someone gets hurts.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    On his way out of the office, Jason knocks over the coffee jug sending it crashing to the ground. He takes off in his black Mustang, tires screeching as smoke from burning rubber filled the parking lot. He heads straight to the shooting range, the only place where he can clear his mind. In ten minutes, Jason is at the firing range. He opens the trunk of his car and takes out two weapons. A Magnum .44 and the Colt Anaconda.
    The person on duty recognizes Jason and knows best to let him through without question. All six shooting lanes are occupied, and Jason isn’t in the mood for waiting his turn. He enters his usual booth, where a young rookie is trying his best to hit the target at just ten yards away. As soon as he sees Jason with both guns in his hands, he lowers his 9mm weapon and leaves the booth. Next Jason loads both the Colt and Magnum, and wears the protective earmuffs.
    He then presses a button on the switchboard bringing the target in front of him and replaces the paper target with a fresh sheet. The young rookie stands behind Jason, watching his every move. A new sheet is clipped to the automatic arm. Jason pressed the other button sending the target further down the lane. It went past the ten yard mark, past the fifteen yard mark, the twenty and thirty all the way to the very end of the fifty yard mark.
    The young astounded rookie said, “you gotta be kidding me! I can barely see the target.”
    Jason picks up the Colt without even pausing to aim and fires a single shot. The whole shooting range ceases firing as every single shooter heard the power of the Colt, deafening them even with ear muffs on.
    Jason then presses the return button, bringing the target closer and closer. The rookie not expecting to see a mark on the target is amazed when he sees a hole in the bullseye. One by one each shooter in the range gathers behind Jason. Again he removes the paper target and hangs up another one. He then sends it away again all the way to the very end. Jason changes weapons and uses the Magnum 44. No one was expecting what Jason had in mind. He then turns to face the other participants, switching the lights off in his firing lane.
    This time, steady as a rock, he aims, takes a deep breath and slowly squeezes the trigger. The rookie enters the booth next to Jason and turns the light back on, presses the return button bringing the target into view.
    He said, “my god! Who the