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He carefully squeezed her hand and then reluctantly let it go. He needed both hands, not just one.
“You stay behind me at all times,” Swa
“This car has bulletproof glass and a reinforced steel frame. It will withstand an impact that would demolish most other cars. You have your seat belt on?”
She nodded, her eyes still wide.
“Good girl. Now try to keep calm so I can get you back to safety.”
No sooner had the words escaped his mouth when the world simply exploded around them. The front end of the car lifted, nearly flipping it over backward before slamming back to the road, fire and smoke billowing from the front.
The driver’s head was lolled to the side and Swa
“What the fuck?” Edge yelled hoarsely. “That was a fucking RPG!”
“Driver’s dead,” Swa
“Swa
“I’m going after the motherfucker who attacked us.”
“I’ve got your six,” Edge said.
“One, two, three, go go go!” Swa
Nathan, Joe and Skylar ran up, guns drawn, cursing a blue streak.
“Cover Eden,” Swa
“We won’t, man,” Nathan said softly. “I’ve been in your shoes. I know how it feels. We’ll take care of your girl.”
Swa
Mentally he went over those first moments when the world had gone all to hell. The driver had suffered a direct hit but the shot had come from the right side, not the left. And why the driver? The assassin could have just as easily targeted the backseat and they might or might not have survived. The car was reinforced, and for the sole purpose of protection, but not many vehicles outside the military could withstand a direct hit from a rocket-propelled grenade.
Edge pounded the pavement behind him, guns drawn. Already in the distance sirens could be heard, and Swa
“Son of a bitch!” Swa
Edge came to an abrupt halt beside him and the two stared down at the discarded AT-4. An older model, not the recoilless version found in more recent editions. Swa
“Fuck. The French police are going to be all over this. You got anything on you to do a check for prints?” Swa
Edge grimly nodded. “They don’t call me Mr. Prepared for the Worst for nothing.”
He reached into one of the breast pockets of his suit and pulled out a box containing gloves, tape and dusting powder.
“You got about one minute before we’re made, so put it in high gear,” Swa
Edge quickly went to work on his examination, carefully bagging evidence and dusting for prints. His gaze drifted to the same area of disturbance Swa
“Seems our asshole can’t afford more up-to-date equipment.”
Swa
“Let’s get out of here,” Swa
Swa
There were murmurs and shouts all between tossing question after question the policemen’s way.
“They want to know if this was a terrorist attack,” Edge translated.
Swa
Edge gri
As they strode rapidly to the scene, Swa
Edge shrugged. “I was getting older. The competition was getting younger. I wanted to go out on top so when I won the belt in the heavyweight division I a
As soon as Eden looked up through the crowd and saw Swa
Swa
He buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair, such a contrast to the smell of fire, smoke and melting rubber. Even the scent of blood hung obscenely in the air.
“I was so scared for you,” she whispered brokenly. “Oh God, Swa
Tears slipped openly down her cheeks as she swallowed back a raw sob. He tenderly kissed each drop of moisture away and then clung to her, anchoring her through the storm.
With Edge translating, Swa
The officers on the scene put up a token protest until Skylar very sweetly informed them exactly who Eden Sinclair was and that she was considered one of the most beautiful women in the world and it wouldn’t look good for the police to hold a shaken, in-shock, scared-out-of-her-mind woman against her will.