sandstorm
By jazz
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She ran out of the building hugging the metal case, and without looking behind her, went down the steps.
There were at least a hundred steps, she'd counted them often enough, but this was no obstacle. Her heart was pumping and the adrenalin was surging through her. She got down to the path and had a quick look at the best way to get to the disused rail track that would lead her to the dock.
She was aware of the commotion behind her and ran on, she had only stopped for a few seconds but it was long enough for the two security guards, one male and a younger woman to appear at the top of the steps and begin their pursuit.
Continuing her run, she saw a gap in the wooden fence to her right, she was small enough to get through it without breaking her stride too much but wasn't prepared for such a dip on the other side and stumbled down a small bank. Practice made her hold the metal briefcase still as she did so and she allowed herself a brief smile before continuing along the rough, overgrown path toward where the rail track was.
Behind, the guards shouted at each other as they had to kick some of the wood out of the way to get in. They too did not expect the ground to slip away so sharply and they both fell. The young woman had to search for her Glock and the curses of her male colleague filled the air.
She ran on , tempted now to zigzag so as not to give them a good aim but in reality she knew that they wanted the case desperately , and preferably her alive with it.
At last she could see the ground rise slightly on her left to some bent and rusty railings. She knew then that that would be the rail track. Still a long run she thought, but she had run marathons up until recently. However speed and not endurance was what was wanted here.
She climbed the bank and easily pushed over the railing, it was so rusted it fell away with little force. It was only then that she heard the click of the Glock and the crack of a bullet hitting the railing behind her. They were closing in now.
She looked back, as brief as she could and saw that they were not following her up to the track but running along the bottom of the bank, obviously hoping to cut her off. She stopped for a second , again to consider her options. The land was flat the other side , before leading on to some small clumps of trees. But she still wanted to follow the track. She deviated and rang alongside the rusted rails and sleepers. She heard the guards shouting again as they must have momentarily lost sight of her.
*
'Can you get the case' He asked , she could barely hear him , the line was bad and her mobile was positively antique.
'Yes, I know where it is, my brother was a security guard at the museum'
'Great, we have to have it, I have to pay Lothar'
He was always having to pay Lothar. The German was always getting him to do jobs for him, luckily most of them just involved being a courier, but when the idiot left the cash on the subway, well she could only imagine the German's face...and reaction.
They had been together for three years, despite his inability to do any work that involved a wage she liked him, she liked him a lot. Maybe this time if she could get the case to Lothar ( he could sell any antique anywhere) then maybe they could make a fresh start. But then, she had thought that before.
'I'll chat to my brother, but I'm sure I can get it' He was always 'her brother' they spoke relatively often but were not close.
The line went dead. She checked her credit, almost gone; she really ought to get a new phone she thought.
*
She was still running but now could see the rail track petering out to the start of the dock. It was used a lot when she was younger but somehow could never recall the trains.
The speedboat was pulling up.
Just then, and she really had no idea where they sprung from, she saw the guards, coming up from the bank about a hundred yards ahead to confront her. It was so startling that she was still running until reality jolted her to a halt; it was then she tripped and fell.
The male guard was above average height and quite thickly set. The woman was younger and a good bit shorter. Both had their handguns pointing at her. The man walked to her side whilst his colleague remained in her direct line of sight.
She could see he was smiling as he bent down.
'You know what we want'
He went to grab the case, only then noticing that that had handcuffed herself to it.
''Oh great! Well maybe I'll cut your hand off then!'
She really didn't think he was joking, the smile had gone.
The woman walked slowly toward them both, she was just in front of them when she lowered the Glock and delivered an expert kick to the guard's face sending him sprawling backwards. He was completely disorientated and then saw she had both guns in her hands.
'You stay there, we are off' She said to him.
The two women then ran hand in hand to the dock.
He was waiting in the speedboat.
'We've got to go!' He shouted, initially he didn't seem at all perturbed by the two of them coming.
The two women sat at the back giggling. It was only when they were well out on to the lake that he noticed that neither of them had let go of the handguns.
She undid the handcuffs and gave him the metal case.
'Here, it's for your precious Lothar, drop us off wherever..we aren't coming with you'
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Hello there, Jazz. I enjoyed
Hello there, Jazz. I enjoyed your story, and you drew me in from the start. However, I did feel that there was some unnecessary repitition, which spoilt it a little, and which you could rectify quite easily. For instance, the first nine paragraphs, with the exception of one, begin with the word 'She'. Maybe think about rephrasing some of them. For instance..."Running out of the building, hugging the metal case and without looking behind her, she went down the steps..."
Anyway just something to think about, perhaps and again, thank you for an enjoyable read
Tina
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