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Slava was kneeling beside her, unzipping his fly, several knives sitting on the bedside table, and an evil sneer on his face

He whipped around at the co for the gun that was still clipped to his belt

He didn’t stand a chance

Before his fingers had closed around the weapon, Marc squeezed the trigger of his raised SIG Sauer and delivered one lethal head shot right between Slava’s eyes

The i from his forehead His body shattered the side table, then rolled onto the floor in a lifeless heap

Stepping over hirabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around E her

“It’s Marc,” he said as he re, aware of the fact that she couldn’t see hiear “Aidan’s withyou out of here Hold on”

E, and she whimpered, the expression in her eyes almost painful to see

“Easy,” Marc ently, he lifted her blanketed body into his arms “We’re almost home free”

Aidan was already in the shattered doorway, scanning the corridor “We’re clear,” he announced “You lead You knohere the staircase is”

They took off

As they rounded the bend at the opposite end of the corridor, they could hear racing footsteps approaching the now-empty room

They ascended the steps two at a tih to knock over the guard on the other side

Waiting to hear his grunt of pain as he fell over, Marc shoved open the door, and he and Aidan bolted for the study

Even carrying Eh thein one sht behind hi their powerful quadriceps to hustle therounds