[ WP ] You are a police officer in charge of protecting the witness of a high profile case against a ruthless mob boss . Things go wrong . Very wrong .

The forest sounds enveloped the little shack as night fell. Chief Winters said that we would be okay with only two guards, as more than that would bring too much attention. He said that SWAT would be on standby if we needed them. 
 
 We were now 20 hours into our protection detail. We were n't allowed to leave the shack or have anyone else come to relieve us to minimize the risk of being discovered. Ricky and I decided that we should sleep in shifts. He sprawled out on the couch, and I brought a chair over to the window. Our witness was out cold on the only bed in the room. 
 
 A light rain had begun to fall outside, lightly pattering against the window. My eyes felt heavy; rain always seemed to do that to me. I just wanted to rest my eyes for a second. 
 
 I awoke with a start as I heard the unmistakable sound of a vehicle coming to a stop in the drive. I cussed under my breath at my inability to stay awake, and went for my radio to call it in. 
 
 `` 484 headquarters'' *static* 
 
 `` 484 to headquarters, do you copy'' *static* 
 
 `` 484 to any unit, do you copy'' *static* 
 
 No response. They must have a radio jammer. I looked out the window as I saw four men get out of the car with tactical vests and AKs. Shit. There was no mistaking it, the mob was here for their witness. 
 
 `` Ricky!'' I hissed as I slid my glock from its holster. `` Ricky! Wake the fuck up!'' 
 
 `` Whaaa?'' Ricky slurred as he stirred on the couch. 
 
 `` The Russians. They're here for their witness, we got ta go now!'' Ricky was awake now, his weapon was drawn and he was rousing our witness. 
 
 I dropped my voice to a whisper. `` Alright, you two go out the back door. I'll draw their fire before they can surround us. We need to get out of range of that jammer!'' Ricky nodded and re-positioned himself at the back door, witness in tow. 
 
 I quietly unlatched the front door and leveled my weapon. I held up my other hand with three fingers. My heart was pounding now, as I slowly turned the door handle. Two. I heard a small squeak as Ricky turned the handle of the back door. One. Stones crunched on the pathway outside. Zero. 
 
 I flung open the front door and fired into open space. The.40 caliber shots thudded into my eardrums, magnified by the indoor echoing. I dumped all 16 downrange in about 5 seconds and pulled my weapon back behind cover to reload. There was a pause as I slammed a new magazine into place. Silence. I wondered why no one had returned fire yet. No sooner had this thought entered my mind, than the earth erupted into gunfire. 4 AK47's opened up, roaring in 7.62 fury. Bullets ripped through the flimsy walls of the shack. I ducked down, but not quick enough. I was thrown back as what felt like a cannon ball hit me in the chest. I coughed and tasted blood. The gunfire came to an abrupt stop as I put a hand to my chest and pulled it away bloody. Voices called outside, but I could n't understand them. The edges of my vision got blurry. Boots thudded on the floors around my as faces appeared around me. My weapon was kicked from my limp hand. 
 
 `` Go after the other two, they could n't have gotten far.'' A strong voice reverberated above me. 
 
 Footsteps left me and then faded. Only one face remained. The blackness grew ever greater as I fought desperately to cling to consciousness. 
 
 `` You should not have tried to fight us. You are brave my friend, but very stupid. At least they may give you a medal.'' 
 
 I fought against the blackness, but I was losing. My breathing grew shallow. I thought of my wife and son. 
 
 `` I am sorry that it had to be this way.'' 
 
 I gave one last gasp as darkness took my sight, and my senses slipped away. 
 
 
 
 Then I woke up in a hospital bed. 

