I pull the pistol from my mouth, heave my lanky carcass from my wingback chair, and storm to the door. The icy tiles lining the hallway and foyer burn my bare feet. More knocks, continuous now. I yank open the oak door as far as the chain allows. “What do you want?”
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I duck around the side of the island and shoot another intruder in the heart. Blood and bone shower out his back and he flies out through a shattered window. The other guy hammers my cover with precise shots, forcing me to duck back. I can barely see his knee.
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I blow it apart with another shot. He falls and cracks his head on the tiles. I finish him with a shot that splatters his brains across the floor. “Come on.” I grab the girl’s hand and yank her after me. We run to the far archway leading deeper into the house.
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Two suits are waiting for us. They raise their guns but we’re too close. I kick out one’s knee. The bone snaps, and he twists as he collapses. I drop the girl’s hand and seize the goon’s wrist to redirect his aim. When he pulls his trigger, his shot catches his buddy in the guts.
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I shoot the crippled attacker in the head. As he falls, I put a second bullet into the gut-shot intruder’s face. Their blood spreads across the floor as I drag the girl into the next room.
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We hurry through the library. There’s no windows, and no gunmen. The girl’s breathing in little gasps now. I can’t tell if it’s shock or if she’s injured. But she manages to suck enough air to ask, “How are you killing everybody?”
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“You know my name. You know where I live. You came to me for help. But you don’t know who I am?” I stop at a bookcase along the back wall and press a red book, a green book, and a white book in sequence. The bookcase swings backward on a hinge. I pull the girl in after me.
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I have to peel her death claws off my hand. When I do, she looks up at me in confusion. But she freezes stiff when she sees what’s lining the walls. “Jonah, why do you have so many guns?”
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I ignore her and yank open the steel mesh cage holding my pistols. I toss a few in a black bag and add some magazines as the girls stares around us in shock. “There’s got to be a hundred guns in here…”
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“One hundred and twenty. Don’t touch any, they’re all loaded.” I open another cage and pull an MP5 from its mounting. And I add five more loaded mags to the bag. “Can we hide in here?"
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“They’ll know we disappeared from the library. A tracking dog could locate us. Or maybe they’ll just smash open the walls. Either way, we’re dead if they trap us.” “So what do we do?”
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I chamber a round in the MP5 and toss her the bag. “You hold this. Stick close. I’ll get us to the garage. But it’s gonna be a messy run.” /End of chapter
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