Page 106 of Sinner's Salvation

Anna’s voice floated through the air. “Oops.”

Something crashed and rattled across metal and rock.

Evan moved closer, following the line of the tunnel as it went around a slight corner. He stopped when he could see the edge of the fight, not just in shadows, but the actual fighters.

Anna had her back to him. She was facing one of the Italians and the back of her clothing was oddly dark. She shifted, and he realized it was blood. It covered a huge area from her right shoulder down onto her pants.

Shit.

She moved, dancing over the tracks like she was a boxer, her body loose, but ready for an attack. Whatever injury she’d had, it had healed itself enough not to slow her down. Which was good and bad.

Had anyone witnessed her getting hurt and then moving around like it didn’t bother her at all?

Two against one was not fair. He might not be an immortal, but he did have other skills.

Evan inched along the wall until he found a slightly elevated concrete pad in front of a door markedHigh Voltage.

He laid down on his stomach and arranged his rifle so it was propped up on a tiny tripod attached to the exterior of the weapon. Using the scope, he took a good look at the area around the fight and the combatants.

The Italian held a sword, and Anna had a long piece of metal, possibly part of a rail, in her hands. She held it like it was a baseball bat.

The Italian came at her so fast he looked like he was flying. He wasn’t, of course, but the speed at which he moved made it look that way. He had his sword over his head and brought it down as he reached Anna.

She blocked his strike and the next one, but the third changed to a stab halfway through, and the tip of his blade sank into her thigh.

She punched the asshole in the face.

Blood spurted from his nose, but he was laughing despite it. The jackass was getting off on stabbing her.

He pulled his blade out of her leg and, with a big grin on his face, lifted it to strike her again.

Evan took the shot, his shoulder absorbing the recoil of the weapon.

A bullet hole, centered between the Italian’s eyes, appeared, and he dropped to the ground in an untidy heap. The first asshole’s brother came at Anna out of the shadows from the side, a blade in his hands.

Anna dodged his first strike and his second. The moron paused to smile at her, his teeth gleaming weakly in the poor light.

Idiot.

Evan shot him in the head, too.

He fell, and for a moment Anna just stared at him, flopped in an untidy tangle of limbs on the ground. Then she spun around, searching for the source of the shot. It didn’t take her long to find him.

She glanced over her shoulder at the platform in the distance, then ran over to him. She ran so fast she looked like she was flying too.

She reached him as he got to his feet, putting her arms around him and nearly knocking him over.

He loved it until he realized she was trembling.

“Hey,” he said, holding her close. “I’ve got you.”

“Evan,” she whispered. “I can’t...stay. It’s too dangerous for both of us.”

“Shit is still hitting the fan?” he asked.

“That’s a disgusting visual, but...yes. Homeland likely believes they have their proof. Both Italians were shot, then recovered enough to try to chase me. Several took videos of the whole thing.” She paused to take in a breath. “Is Brian safe?”

“Yes, the ladies were taking care of him. I came to help you.”

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