Reece Pocock

Murder on Display Reece Pocock

As soon as the Flynn brothers lifted their Glocks, Dan knew he was in trouble.   Silence descended like a cloak of doom. No confusion crossed his mind... it was clear he would die in the next few seconds. In all his years of facing danger, he often wondered how he would react when faced with imminent death.  He was about to find out.  Dan lifted the table in front of him and charged, morphing into a one man wrecking crew. Gunshots... searing pain in Dan's ribs stopped him, but only for a moment. One brother collapsed under the tabletop; the other fired. Dan heard a cry behind him as he whirled around - his karate kick smashed into the gunman's face, sending him flying across the floor. The guns lid out of reach. Pain burned through his gut, registering in Dan's brain but somehow he pushed the hurt away.  With one brother disarmed, he turned his attention to the other. Bullets crashed through the timber tabletop. Dan wrenched the table away, kicking the gunman in the face. They wrestled with the gun until Dan managed to turn it inward and fire into Flynn's chest.  Dan slowly and painfully stood with the smoking weapon in his hand. One down... the other gunman moved towards his weapon. Dan shot him in the head. Blood saturated his shirt, dripping onto the floor.  Now real pain grabbed at his bloodied stomach ...