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Chapter 5
atons and concealed firearms. They advance rapidly to
eople dive under their tables, shatterin
fingers, whimpers loudly. He struggles to pull his hand fr
at his wrist to disarm him. As her fingers brush the cold metal of his drawn pistol, her thumb grazes a raised emblem on the grip. In'C'. It is the private insignia of th
mach drops. If she is caught fighting Julian's own private army, the polit
She shouts a sharp, urgent comman
dining table forward with massive force. The table s
rd. They curse loudly as they crash into a waiter's
eather booth with surprising agility
rom a nearby table. She hurls it at the head of a guard aiming his weapo
's nose. He drops his aim,
winging double doors of the kitchen. Th
o the burner. It creates a massive flare-up of thick, grea
shes past stainless steel prep stations, heading st open. They burst out into a damp, trasf tactical boots echoes right behind them as
g south! Call all off-duty personnel in the vicinity! I want an immedi
realizes they have just triggered a full-scale sec
side street. Cold rain begins to fall, m
delivery trucks. She grabs Ashanti's arm and
beams of their flashlights cut through the
inst the cold metal of the truck. She waits u
Anissa whispers to Ashanti. "Before
y move quickly and silently through the la
of the Sinclair property line, Anissa co
the wet pavement. A strong, gloved hand sh
ely into her stomach. She meets the co
in his dark trench coat. The rain beads off his sh
e glances at Ashanti's tense combat stance
r," Erick says. His voice i
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