The Gauntlet Assassin

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Lara Evans attached the LifePac and hit the man with two hundred joules of electrical current. His eyes popped open, his pulse stabilized, and piss flooded his sweatpants. Terrific. He would live long enough to regret cutting off two fingers in an attempt to collect disability funds. She cauterized his bloody stumps and watched him breathe for a few minutes. Gangrene or sepsis might kill him eventually, but she’d done all she could. Lara stepped back from the sweat-soaked couch and packed up her equipment.

“You’re taking him to the hospital, aren’t you?” The man’s wife grabbed Lara’s arm, her bony fingers pulsing with misery.

“You said he didn’t have a med card.”

“If you leave him in the twenty-foot zone, they have to treat him.”

“I’m sorry, but I could lose my license if I do.” Lara shoved the portable defib into its pouch and strapped the pack around her waist. She had to carry it in public at all times, the privilege of having a freelance paramedic license. With the growing doctor shortage, anyone with medical skills was fully utilized.

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