The kitchen’s left wall is French doors and lattice windows. They explode inward in a hailstorm of glass and lead. Bullets ping off my nickel-plated appliances and throw chips from my marble countertops.
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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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