Atticus Jackson
speaker
1,217 appearances
8 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 6d ago
Atticus Jackson’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Any interior doors were unlikely to give them much trouble, but they would call me over should the need arise.
The first two rooms went without incident, but as the breaching team stacked up on their third, a door flung open at the far end of my sector.
As I raised my gun, the flashlight revealed the figure of a terrified young woman, shoeless and wearing ragged clothes.
When the light hit her eyes, she screamed, turning to run before another figure darted out behind her, grabbing her savagely by her matted hair.
The scrawny bastard was dragged fully into the hall by her momentum, the sawed-off shotgun in his left hand swinging wildly about as he tried to keep his feet.
I adjusted my aim.
At this distance, the pattern of the buckshot would be about 15 inches across, more than enough to put pellets into the apparent hostage if I shot center mass.
When the sight settled just on the outside of that man's left hip, I fired.
I guess about half of the shell's nine pellets struck true.
Flesh tore from the man's side and he fell to the floor as the pellets shattered his hip bone.
The woman, now free of his grip, got to her feet and sprinted for the end of the hallway, disappearing into the stairwell that led to the lower levels.
The moment the girl was clear of her assailant, Abe and I both fired on the wounded attacker, silencing his enraged screams and halting his attempts to raise his weapon.
The sulfurous stench and haze of gun smoke hung thick in the air as I began to reload.
Abe looked across the hall at me.
Nice shot, Reed.
I replied only with a curt nod, shouldering the Beretta and resuming my watch.
Two minutes passed as the rest of the team cleared the remaining rooms to my rear.
From downstairs, Bravo's sporadic gunfire lessened gradually before stopping completely.
A tap on my shoulder and a hand gesture in my peripheral vision informed me that it was time to advance.
We moved up the hallway in bounds, two watching ahead while the other three cleared each room we passed.
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