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"Fucker!" One of the women in the fenced areas suddenly grabbed the man's hair and started to shake his head against the chain link.
"Damn it," Xander shouted just as the man's gun went off.
Kasey didn't see it coming, but the sudden burst of pain in his upper arm let him know he'd been hit. He didn't lose grip on his gun, fighting through the burst of pain and flash of darkness that threatened to take him to his knees.
"Asshole." Xander shot the man in the knee, forcing him to drop the gun and fall hard to the ground. "Talk to me, you okay over there?" Xander asked as he stabbed the needle into the crying man's neck.
"I'm good, just a flesh wound," Kasey lied. It was a lot more than a flesh wound. He guessed the damn bullet had gone straight through his muscle.
"Guys?" Dyson called from a distance.
"We're good, one of us hit, but not life-threatening. Will need the kit. Three down. We're going to get to work right now. Got about fifteen women and kids locked in a fenced area back here. You clear?"
"Yeah, already working. Will meet up with you when we're done." Dyson's voice faded as he must have run back to help Bryon.
Kasey glanced at his arm, trying to inspect the damage, but there was too much blood. He walked over and ripped the shirt off the man who lay on the ground and tried to tie it around his arm.
"Let me." Xander was at his side, looking over the wound. "Clean, in and out. Doesn't look like it hit bone, but we can't know until we get the fuck out of here."
Women stared at them through the chain link, but not one seemed to react to what was going on. That alone showed how traumatized they must have been. A couple of children cried, but were comforted by the women with them.
"Once we take care of these guys, we'll send someone to get you out." Kasey stared at the woman who had grabbed the guard by the hair. "I promise we'll get you out of here." He glanced over at Xander who was dragging the man farther from the women and children's view. This was something they didn't need to see.
"We'll get him to the other asshole farther down." Xander wasn't gentle as he dragged the man behind them. "I'll do the work. You keep the pressure on that arm."
"Don't leave us!" one of the women screamed.
"We'll send help. Give us a few to take care of these jerks first," Xander called back.
"Fuck you, get us out of here!"
"You'll be out tonight, I promise," Kasey yelled back before looking to Xander. "You got these guys while I run out and get the kit?"
"Can you cut? You're dripping blood. The less you move the better." Xander nodded to a trail of blood drops every ten inches behind them.
"Fuck! Yeah, I can cut." It wouldn't be easy. His arm was on fire and the pain was making him dizzy.
"I'll be back with the kit." Xander took off at a run after dropping one of the paralyzed guards beside the other one.
Kasey fell to his knees, reminding himself why he did this. Why he had to push through the pain and complete the job. He pulled the knife out of his pocket and started to cut the pants off the first man. He was lucky he took the bullet in his left arm and not his right. Still, his hands shook, and he struggled to cut without slipping. He shouldn't care if he cut one of the men, but he prided himself on making a clean cut. He'd never fucked one up yet.
"How bad is it?" Bryon was falling to his knees beside him.
"Xander says it's clean through. Other than hurting like a fucking bitch, I'll live."
"Hand me the knife. I want you to get out of here. We've got this. Hunker down in the car and wait for us. Where's your partner?"
"Ran to get the kit. I bled all over." The kit was a countermeasure to make sure that they didn't leave any DNA evidence behind. They didn't have to use the kit often, but from time to time it came in handy. It was too bulky to carry with them, but they all put one in the trunk of their car before going on a sting.
"Go, we'll clean up and handle things. We shouldn't be more than ten minutes. If anything goes south out there, take the car and get the fuck out of here." Bryon handed him the car keys from his pocket.
Kasey shook his head. "I'm dripping. I'll leave a trail."
Bryon took the cut pants from one of the men and tore them into strips, using the longer of them to tighten the t-shirt around Kasey's arm. "We will get this taken care of as soon as we get out of here."
"By phone." Kasey met Bryon's stare.
"We'll see." Bryon turned and started the process of castrating the first man.
Kasey got up and took a deep breath, trying to fight a wave of dizziness.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just stood up too fast. Hurry up and get the fuck out of here." Kasey gripped his arm with his hand as he made his way out the door.
He nodded to Xander as he passed him, but there was no point in speaking. They all knew what to do. Getting shot wasn't in the plans, but they all were ready to deal with it. They'd get back to the hotel, call Beau, and everything would be just fine.
Climbing into the back of the car, he hoped they hurried. He wanted a couple pain pills and a comfortable bed, but his gut told him the night was far from over.
