I toss the girl across the polished tiles toward kitchen’s island and slide after her. Three goons leap through the broken windows and shoot up the floor as we scramble behind the island.
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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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