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Riding fast on its heels was the feeling of having a target painted on her head Right between her eyes A finger on the trigger and that finger wasn’t going to wait
Live by the sword, die by the sword, she’d once read When the hunter becah, they beca the hunted Her uncle had told her that just weeks before he was killed in that warehouse explosion
She wasn’t just being watched She wasn’t just being tracked That finger was literally tightening on the trigger
“Move!” She screa around, ascertaining the innocents in the line of fire as she moved to push one older lady to the safety of the hotel doors
The sound of the bullet whipping past her head was a whine of danger and death just before it exploded into the ce behind her
Screaunfire sounded and it began raining bullets Cries of shock and fear began to fill the busy early- crowd that rushed to work or errands They were now rushing to save their lives as another barrage of autoh the busy streets
Car horns were sounding, the crash of h her head as she scraer from the side of the street and into the hotel entrance
Diane was scra the door open as she pushed the kid in, then watched Malcolrab Aaron under the aran to soak the fabric of his slacks over his thigh
“Move! Move!” Diane yelled to the bystanders, ducking as the largeat her side exploded and glass began to rain around her
The bastard was shooting at her
She was only distantly aware of the shouts, sirens and unfire
It was a crowded street no more than blocks away froe on the area would be thick with secret service, ATF, FBI and any other law enforceency currently based in the city
But the bullets were still whining as Diane yelled at Thor to h the door and hysteria threatened to overwhel woman
As she turned, searching for her rabbed around the waist, hauled against a hard chest and tossed through the entrance as shards of ce where her head had been looked like an iron fist had slah the air and thuainst a hard chest on the lobby floor
“Thor!” She are of Lawe juhly envied as she rushed for the wounded Aaron “How is he?”