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He never saw me coming.
One quick move—arm around his neck, body crumpling silently to the ground.
I flipped the breaker to kill the lights on the south end and jammed the backup generator wires just to make sure.
A scream echoed from somewhere deep in the warehouse.
A girl’s scream.
My blood ran cold.
Please don’t let that be—
Aponi
I didn’t look back.
The hallway reeked of piss and bleach. My boots moved silently across the floor as I neared the north wall.
One door. Steel. Reinforced. A sliding bolt on the outside.
I heard voices behind it.
A man laughing. Something thumped hard against the wall.
A whimper followed.
I lifted the bolt slowly, heart pounding. My Glock was steady in my hand, safety off.
I kicked the door in.
The man was already moving toward the girl on the floor—Kaylie. She was bruised, bleeding, but alive.
“Don’t.” My voice came out like a growl, low and lethal.
He turned, sneering—underestimating me.
Big mistake.
He lunged. I fired.
Once in the leg. He went down screaming.
I crossed the room and grabbed Kaylie, pulling her up into my arms.
“I got you,” I whispered. “You’re safe now.”
She clung to me, sobbing.
Then I heard gunfire erupt near the east corridor.
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Three men. Two rifles. One pistol.
They came out fast—sweeping the hallway where I’d just cut the lights.
