I thought it was interesting seeing, once I had stopped shooting, what my graduating classes reaction was to the sound of gunfire. They did pretty good. Most of them immediately ran for cover and drew their weapons. I was so impressed that I realized it might be smart of me to say something so I didn't get shot. So I yelled "US Marshall! It's over people." I walked over to Sledge just to make sure he was dead. He was. It would have been a miracle if he wasn't but if anyone would have a spark of life left it would have been him. It was weird but I kind of liked him. To bad he went over to the dark side somewhere along the line. I was getting ready to start looking for his truck keys when the security team arrived with weapons drawn and yelling "Drop your weapons now!"
I looked at them and said "Fuck you. US Marshall serving a warrant. Point them muzzles in another direction before I jam them up your asses. Better yet, secure the area and get them people moving." Then I went back to looking for the truck keys. He had them in his front pocket. I hit the emergency button on the clicker and the truck with the light bar and goodies started talking. I shut it up and pocketed them. When I got back on my feet and looked around the security team was moving people on. A couple was complaining about the blood all over the Prius and I saw Sherri and her escort standing not to far away staring at the bodies. I yelled to the security team which had doubled in size to put the bodies in the back of my new truck and walked over to her.
"Hi Gardener." She had greeted me but she wasn't looking at me. She was totally focused on the dead guys.
"Sherri." No response so I said it again softer "Sherri."
"What?" She looked at me and looked away just as quick.
I kept my voice low and soft and ignored her escort who was staring daggers at me "You want to to shoot them before they throw them into the back of the truck? Kick them maybe?"
Now I had her attention. "Why?"
"Might make you feel better?" I was starting to feel like an idiot.
"I'm fine. Nothing happened. Nothing." She was smiling way to brightly at me.
I looked at her escort, back at her, and said "Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. You take care now." I touched my hat and left. I made it two paces when I heard her say "Thank you" I didn't stop but I did hesitate for a heartbeat.
They were chucking Greasy Ink into the back of the new truck when a lieutenant decided to get in my face, offically rather than personally.
"The base commander would like to see you in his office in exactly one hour. Plus I will need you to fill out an incident report and provide us with a copy of the warrant you were serving."
I looked at him. I wasn't really all that much older than him in years but I felt lifetimes older right then.
"No problem Lieutenant. I'll get right on it."
"Thank you sir" and he was gone but not before yelling at the body loaders "Lets move men. The Marshall has somewhere he has to be!"
He looked back at me for approval and I gave him a lame ass salute that was more of a wave than anything else. He loved it. What a ass kisser I thought.
I walked over to my truck where they had just finished chucking my kills into the back and told the Corporal who was in charge "thanks."
"No problem Marshall." He dropped his voice "Good shooting. We heard what those assholes did. Sorry to draw on you like we did but..you know... it's procedure and people were watching."
I slapped him on the shoulder and told him "Yeah. I know. We're good."
I got in the cab, it was a crew cab, and it stunk of sweat, booze, and reefer. I guess passing the urinalysis test wasn't a job requirement in their line of work. It turned over nicely and I drove out of the parking lot on to the field and headed for the tree line were I had left Zane and Woof. I pulled up so the passenger side door was facing the woods and got out leaving the engine running.
Zane was good. He didn't pop out of the woods when he saw me coming. Instead he stayed back inside the tree line until I called his name.
"I heard shooting."
"Yeah. That was me."
I opened both passenger side doors and told Woof "You're in the back fuzz brain." Woofs nostrils were flaring and as soon as he got in he was looking out the back window.
"C'mon kid. We got to roll."
He didn't see the bodies because he was too short. With the crew cab seating he couldn't see them either. So the first words out of his mouth were "Did you kill Sledge and them others?"
"Good. They were bad people."
"And now they're dead people."
"So do we go find my Mom now?"
"Buckle up and hold on."
The truck had been setup to run law enforcement lights and I hit them. Then I hit the gas, whipped the wheel, leaving some ugly tire marks on the carefully mowed grass of the field and we rolled. I blew through the gate at twice the posted speed limit and flipped the guards off as we went past. Zane and I were laughing our asses off and Woof was slobbering all over the back window. Life was good.