Sam Fisher- Carmen Hip Shot

 She started backing up, past the truck’s bumper. Her right heel bumped into the tank, which was resting, half on the gravel, half in the water. She sidestepped to the left half a foot and started backing down the side of the tank.

  “Carmen, don’t—”

  “I said, shut up!” she screeched.

  One shove, Fisher thought. One shove, and it goes in the river.

  “This is the only way,” Carmen said. She jerked her chin toward the tank. “This is the only way to stop it.”

  I don’t want to shoot you, Fisher thought. Please don’t make me—

  Suddenly she spun, backed up a step, and swung the AK toward the tank.

  Fisher fired.
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  AS soon as he’d pulled the trigger on her in the cave, he’d immediately said a silent thanks to the thousands of hours he’d spent on firing ranges and combat courses. The SC- 20’s bullet had gone precisely where he’d wanted it to go: into Carmen’s left hip, missing her pelvic girdle by a half inch. The impact had spun her around, causing her to lose her balance and stumble backward into the water. The AK- 47’s muzzle, which had only a second before been aimed at the fertilizer tank, twisted upward, flashing as she fell, bullets peppering the cave’s ceiling.

  Fisher had rushed forward, kicked the AK away, then dragged her up the incline, where he rolled her onto her belly and flex-cuffed her hands behind her back. Ignoring her screams, he dug a morphine syrette from his first aid pouch and jammed the needle into her thigh. After twenty seconds her moans faded to whimpering.

- Fallout, Chapter 49, Epilogue