Today’s excerpt is from Billy’s
Rescue, Book #7 of the nine-book Asps series. Billy making progress in escaping from the
terrorists holding him prisoner. Enjoy
and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
In a matter of
seconds, Billy had the shackle off his leg, and was at the discarded first-aid
kit all Asps wore. Billy muttered aloud,
“Sure glad those idiots were more concerned with weapons than the thing I need
most right now.”
The first order
of business was to give himself a shot of morphine. After doing so, he took a deep breath, then
set the four broken fingers on his left hand.
In spite of the morphine, he nearly passed out getting the fingers lined
up properly. He tied the two fingers
nearest his thumb together with tape, before he did the same with the other two
fingers. That done, he decided the only
other thing needing immediate attention was the cut on his hip from the cutting
off of his underpants. When he had the
wound tacked together with butterfly bandages and disinfected, he covered it
with gauze and tape. Billy hurriedly
dressed, the most time spent getting his shoelace from the saving boot
rethreaded properly into the boot.
Fully dressed
and on his feet, Billy thought, “Okay, now to get out of here.”
He went to the
door. He saw there was no inside keyhole
to pick. Instead there was a flat plate,
which told him the door was only keyed to the outside, much as a connecting
door to two hotel rooms. He sighed, but
then remembered how his large knife was thrown at the door, so when the door
was closed, it went to the outside of the door.
He smiled as he glanced to his right, at the side of the door away from
the lock side. He nearly busted out laughing when he saw two
hinges—on the inside of the door.
After he
controlled the urge to laugh, he thought, “Only idiots like the Taliban and
al-Qaida would hinge the door to a jail cell on the inside!”
While getting
dressed, Billy had put away the lock pick and taken out a four-inch flat knife
without a proper handle. He had wrapped
his trusty underwear around the handle and now used the knife to pry up one of
the hinge pins, almost all the way out, then did the same with the other
one. He eased the two pins out before he
used his knife as a wedge to move the hinges apart. The door fell on its edge, but made little
noise, as it fell on the dirt floor.
Next he grasped the door by the upper hinge to open it slightly. There stood a sentry with his back to
Billy. Billy dropped the knife into one
of the utility pockets on his pants as he reached down to get his large,
over-sized hunting knife from where it still stuck in the door.
Knife in hand,
he eased the door open further. When he
did, it made a noise and the sentry started to turn. Using his backhand, Billy sent the knife
flying. It caught the terrorist in the
throat, just as he completed his turn.
Billy was through the doorway to the man, even as he started to fall,
while he tried to grasp the knife in his throat and was making a gurgling sound
all at the same time. Billy grabbed the
knife, then finished the job of killing the terrorist. He dragged the man into the recess between
the cell and the front of the small building.
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