A Father's Sacrifice by Mallory Kane

stretched skyward.
    “Copter! Copter!”
    Natasha threw herself toward the child.
    The helicopter swooped alarmingly low just as she wrapped Ben in her arms and rolled over on top of him. She caught a metallic flash as the downwash from the rotors blew dust and dirt into her eyes.
    Metal! Camera or gun?
    Instinctively she shielded Ben’s body with hers. Her back muscles contracted with the expectation of a bullet.
    She heard the rat-tat-tat of an automatic weapon. She cringed and tried to spread herself more completely over the shuddering, crying child beneath her.
    “It’s okay,” she whispered, tucking his face into her shoulder. “Close your eyes, sweetie. You’re safe.”
    Dust and grass cuttings swirled around them, stinging her arms and neck as the helicopter rose and sped away.
    Somebody put a hand on her shoulder.
    “Are you all right?” It was Hector, the guard.
    As Natasha sat up, Charlene appeared, her wide, terrified gaze scanning the child’s body for injuries.
    “Ben! What were you doing? Oh, you bad boy!” She sounded close to hysteria.
    She reached for Ben, but he turned to Natasha. Her heart twisted in fear and relief as she gathered him into her arms.
    Charlene stopped short.
    Ben wailed and clung to Natasha’s neck.
    “It’s okay, sweetie,” she whispered, hugging his small body tightly. “I know how scary it is.” She rubbed his back and whispered. “I know. I know.”
    “Give him to me,” Charlene said.
    But Natasha ignored her and rose without letting go of Ben. She blinked dust out of her eyes. Every inch of her stung where the sharp branches had scratched her.
    She surveyed the sky and the surrounding area, but saw nothing. Then she glared at the obviously shaken guard.
    He clutched his weapon with white-knuckled fingers. Faint horror darkened his gaze as he looked her and Ben over. “Is Ben okay, ma’am? Are you?”
    “Yes. We’re fine. It’s Hector, right? Who fired weapons?”
    The guard’s face was ashen. “Ma’am, I did.”
    Natasha cradled the back of Ben’s head. He buried his nose in her neck. “Was the copter armed? Did you hit it? What did you see?”
    The guard stammered. “I—I tried to aim for the landing gear. I don’t think I hit anything.”

    “There was someone leaning out the door. They had either a camera or a gun. You didn’t see that?”
    He shook his head. “All I saw was a flash of light. My instructions are to defend.”
    “Not to observe?” Natasha snapped.
    “Of course, ma’am.” He flushed, red creeping up his neck to his cheeks and ears. “I did the best I could.”
    Natasha sniffed. “Once you dragged your attention away from Charlene,” she muttered.
    Hector’s eyes narrowed and she caught a flash of anger in them.
    She squinted and surveyed the tree line again. “If it was a camera, we’ll know soon enough. There will be at least one story about Dr. Stryker’s son on the news tonight.” She shot a disgusted glance at the guard. “Not to mention the story of ground fire.”
    She turned her attention back to Ben, wiping his dusty, tear-streaked face with her fingers. He kept his head pressed against her collarbone, his tiny fists clutching her shirt.
    She tasted dust and grit. Her face burned where the bushes had scratched it. She examined Ben’s arms and face. A few shiny spheres of blood dotted his arms.
    “Natasha,” Charlene said. “Give Ben to me. I need to take him inside and examine him.”
    “I’ve got him.” Natasha spoke over Ben’s head, struggling to keep her voice steady and soothing. Ben had quit shivering and his crying had changed to quiet sobs. She was not about to let him be upset any further. And right this minute she didn’t trust Charlene or Hector as far as she could throw them.
    She scanned the hedge and spotted the gate near the boundary. So that’s how the two of them had gotten through without a scratch. They’d taken the time to run to the gate.
    Sniffing derisively, she shifted Ben’s