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Gunfire sounds fros in the air

The cooks are workers The ets paid to prepare their meals

“Go,” I say to her, e area

Instead of running, she grabs a pot fro liquid barely misses his shoes With the distraction, the bravest of the cooks grabs his paring knife and throws it at one of my men, who ducks The knife falls with a clatter on the floor

Pop, pop, pop

The three men drop like flies, each with a hole between the eyes The barrel of Di a steak knife and charging at me

Really? A steak knife? For fuck’s sake Give me a break

Pop

She falls on the floor, next to her minions

I lower ave her a choice She made it

More shots come from the back roo it their all We’re not here to take prisoners, and they know it

“Cover me,” I say to Leonid

I stealthily approach the door and steal a glance around the fraets are in the back, trapped inside the rooh the one in the kitchen

Leonid takes an automatic rifle from one of our men He sends a spray of bullets at the doorway of the back room while I move down the hallway A ets his hand shot off A howl of pain lifts above the noise of the gunfight Another oes down before his bullets can do any dae

My men follow onfrom inside has stopped

“We surrender,” someone calls from inside

“Come out,” I say harshly “One at a time And don’t fuck with me, or I’ll brick up every door andand let you rot inside”

We line up on either side of the hallway, our weapons aimed

The firstloosely at his sides

“Put your hands behind your head,” I say