Tag (The Golden Team #9)

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Three men. Two rifles. One pistol.

They came out fast—sweeping the hallway where I’d just cut the lights.

I ducked into a side room and waited.

The first one passed.

I tackled him, drove his head into the wall, and took his weapon as he slumped.

The second swung around and opened fire.

I rolled, returning fire, and clipped his shoulder.

The third guy turned and ran.

He was heading toward the room where Aponi was.

I chased him down the hall, blood roaring in my ears.