Free The Last Gallon by William Belanger Page A

Joey. Especially Joey, he had become quite smitten with her.
    “We’re almost there” Cassie barked which brought Kara out of her daydream. Cassie gathered the girls around and gave them their own assignments. They were going to fan out, observe the site for an hour and then meet back at the location they were currently in. Kara was to try to reach high ground and would have to climb several levels of stone so she was sent out first.
    Kara made her way down the long, winding dirt road that led to the section of quarry she was assigned to. She could see the opening up ahead so she got closer to the edge of the woods and hugged the trail in case anyone was out there. When the opening became clear she noticed a truck in the distance idling. She took cover in the woods and moved closer so she could get a look at what was going on.
    Kara took 20 minutes to reach the edge of the clearing. She probably could’ve tromped through the woods with no issues with the racket the rickety truck was making but she preferred caution over wild abandon usually. The truck was about 200 feet away and she could see three men standing around smoking and joking. The truck was a late 50s model with the wooden side rails and it looked to be loaded to capacity with glass gallon jugs full of clear liquid. Moonshine!
    Kara mulled over her options. She could alert the other girls but there was always the chance that they would draw unwanted attention. From what she understood this outfit was pretty well equipped (other than their shipping department) and knew how to fight. She could handle three men, 30 or 300 would be another story altogether.
    Kara sat her AK in the brush. She pulled her 22TCM from the holster tucked into her plaid skirt and thumbed the safety off. She then carefully put it back in place. She didn’t want anything slowing her draw even if she risked blowing her own ass off. She made sure everything was “in place” and sauntered out of the brush with as much of a switch in her walk as she could manage without looking more ridiculous than sexy.
    Nate noticed the girl first and elbowed Johnny “...the fuck is that?” he asked. Johnny chuckled and replied “Lunch!” Ken, the third guy put his arm out to hold his two comrades back and reminded them that those school girl bitches were crazy in many not good ways. They didn’t seem deterred. Kara’s next move would make all three forget their purpose on earth.
    When Kara got within 50 feet of the men she seductively said “Hey boys,” then lifted her tank-top exposing her breasts. “ Whattya think of these?” she asked as she crossed her arms behind her back, grasping the gun and pushing her chest forward.
    Eyes like silver dollars all three men had their guard firmly down when Kara produced the pistol. The speed and effortless recoil of the 22TCM allowed her to double tap each one of them before the other could even think of reacting. Just like that 6 rounds went down-range and before the last case hit the ground or her boobs stopped jiggling they were sliding down the side of the truck.
    Kara moved quick and jumped in the cab, setting the TCM in the seat next to her. She ground the truck into gear and floored it, nearly stalling as the truck lurched to life. While on the move she called the girls and told them to make haste to the path they broke up on and be prepared to jump on-board.
    Ken‘s chest was searing with pain but he was still alive for the time being. “Dad always told me that tits would be the death of me” he lamented. He tried to laugh but it hurt too badly. Through blurry eyes he could see the truck lurching away. He reached for his MAC-10 and sprayed the truck.
    Kara could barely hear the bullets over the grumpy engine but she saw the fragments of glass and smell of corn whiskey as the rounds tore through some of the jugs. She was barely at 10mph already and knew the damn truck wasn’t going to just speed on out of there. Hell the guy could probably