Page 150 of Secret Weapon

Ah, that was Pale.

“What is it?”

“It’s a boat.A fucking party boat.”

And now the cops had a battering ram, but that door was solid.They had one, two, three tries before it began to splinter.My radio blipped again, and this time, the words made my chest seize.

“Let me go!”

Shit, that was Hallie.And Hallie wasn’t trained in the same way the rest of us were.She was an investigator with good instincts and great observational skills, which was why we’d brought her along tonight, but she wasn’t a fighter.Sure, she’d had basic defence training, even killed a man recently, but against Ilya’s crew, she stood no chance on her own.

“Move!”a man barked.

“Go,” Black told me as the front door finally gave up its stubborn hold.

I went.

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