Synopsis

     Everything seemed like it suddenly went into slow motion to Tuck. Bob quickly pulled the pistol out of the back of his waistband, started yelling, “Aaaaaah!” at the top of his lungs and shot twice at the man in the shallow rocky water before the man even had time to understand what had just happened. Bob’s first shot missed, but the second shot hit the man just above his left eye, erupting out of the back of his head along with a large amount of brain matter.  

     The agent at the tiller was trying to push himself back into a sitting position with his gun still in his right hand when Bob turned his way and started shooting again while continuing to yell at the top of his lungs. The first bullet hit the agent right next to his Adam’s apple causing blood to spurt everywhere. Bob continued firing into his chest area and yelling until the pistol emptied. After he ran out of bullets, Tuck heard a “Click, Click, Click” as Bob kept trying to shoot more rounds and continued yelling.   

     Tuck yelled “Bob!”, and Bob stopped pulling the trigger and quit yelling. A second later, reality set in and Bob dropped the gun into the bottom of the boat, shaking.   

     The agent next to Tuck lie motionless, spread eagle on his back.   

     Tuck asked Bob, “Are you O.K.?”   

     Bob looked himself over, still shaking. “This can’t be happening! This can’t be happening! None of this is real!” Bob paused, took a breath and then said, “I think I just shit myself. Other than that 

I’m O.K. You?”   

     “I’m fine, and this is real, Rambo. Thanks for saving my ass. You got all three.”   

     Bob looked around him perplexed, “Three?”   

     Tuck pointed to the right side of the boat that was now deflating. “Yeah, you killed the boat too.”