Private Princess

Chapter 121

Flex looked down at the weapon in his hand, seeing the top-slide stuck halfway forward, the weapon rendered useless.

“No!” he shouted. The reason for the malfunction was instantly clear: Morgan’s gunshot on the bridge. It had hit the ammunition pouch and caused enough of a bend in the magazine to pinch the top, which now stopped the spring from feeding up the bullet as the carrier came forward to collect and chamber the round. Even if he were to clear the obstruction, the same malfunction would occur over and over again. Without another magazine — which Flex did not have — the semi-automatic pistol was useless.

Looking across at the man he longed to kill, Flex realized that Jack Morgan had come to the same conclusion.

His eyes went to the floor, and Morgan’s dropped revolver.