M3C21 - Bullets

A third turned, saw me, froze, unable to pull the trigger of his primitive firearm. I knocked the gun from his hand.

But now an officer was yelling, and more soldiers were turning, turning toward me, leveling their guns, fingers on triggers …

I ran. Pushed off with my hind legs.

Ka-POP!

I leaped.

I sailed over the heads of the Hessians as their explosive fire ripped the air below me. I landed hard, tripped, staggered, caught myself and veered toward the officer.