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.Zane coughed and gagged, struggling to right himself. What happened? Car rammed us, Ty answered.He was short of breath,taking in the chaotic scene outside the window.He finallymanaged to hit the release with his elbow, and the seat beltpopped free.358 Zane s arms were stuck in the mangled cavities behindthe backseat meant to allow handcuffed prisoners roomfor their hands, and he had to fight out of it, ripping at theskin of his arms to get loose.He slid his hands under hisass and legs until they were in front of him.The key Ty hadjust managed to free from the synthetic skin on his arm wasnowhere in sight.Zane scooted closer to the window.The car that hadhit them was a black Yukon Denali, and it was sitting like awounded leviathan about fifty feet away, blocking the quietintersection. Oh shit. What? Ty asked.He was still struggling to get out of hiscuffs. What is it? It s them. The driver of the Denali stumbled from the SUV.Heturned, straightening and chuckling when he saw they weretrapped.Even if they got out of the handcuffs, they were still lockedin the back of a police cruiser.It would be like shooting fish ina barrel.Unless of course the NIA wanted to question themfirst, in which case it would be like torturing fish in a barrel.The driver stalked through the debris, heading for Zane sside of the police cruiser.He pulled a gun from his jacket.Tyturned in his seat, lying flat and kicking at the window. Ty, Zane gasped.Ty didn t stop.A tiny crack appeared under his heel. Ty, I love you, Zane said quickly. I love you.If wedon t get No! Ty shouted.He kicked furiously at the window.Zane could see the impact jarring his ankles. We re not dyingtoday, Zane, not like this. 359 Ty! Zane cried when he looked back out his window. Not like this! Zane gripped Ty s hair and yanked so he d look out thewindow.The driver of the Denali was right there, the gunin his hand and a tattooed, bandaged arm wrapped aroundhis neck.His face contorted as his body arched and flailed.He gritted his teeth, shouting and trying to point the gunbehind his head, but then the arm around his neck jerked,breaking his neck and draining the life from him.The gun fell from his hand, and his body dropped outof sight.Nick was standing behind him, breathing hard andsneering down at the dead man. Fuck, man, you have the best timing ever! Ty shoutedas he struggled to sit up again.He leaned over Zane s lap,pressing both hands to the window.Nick knocked on the glass. You assholes can t even getarrested right. You beautiful fucking bastard, Zane whispered. Get us the fuck out of here, Irish! Nick tried the door, but as Zane had expected, it waslocked and probably jammed shut.Nick knocked the shardsof glass remaining from the window of the front door andleaned through to check the driver s pulse as he reached in forthe car keys. He s dead, he told them, then searched the manfor the keys to the handcuffs. Come on, Irish, double-time it, man, Ty urged.Nick fit the handcuff keys through the wires so they couldget themselves loose, then pushed the unlock button thatshould have released the back door.Nothing happened.The squealing of tires drew Zane s attention to two moreblack SUVs tearing up the sidewalk several blocks away.Thetraffic from the wreck and the crowded, chaotic streets were360 slowing them down, but they would be here in minutes.Gunfire went off somewhere, which meant Nick wasn t herealone.They had a chance if they could get out. Come on, O Flaherty! Zane shouted.He banged onthe glass.Nick fumbled with the keys and came back to the door.Ty watched him, leaning over Zane s lap.Zane caught sight ofmovement behind Nick and shouted at the same time as Tybanged a warning on the glass.Nick turned and blocked the first slash of the man s knifewith his forearm.He swung with his left, wrapping the manup and kneeing him in the kidney.Then he pounded the man sface.Nick s gun clattered away from them, and they grappleduntil Nick finally got him in a choke hold.He held on longafter the man had lost consciousness, ensuring he wouldn twake up.Nick let him drop to the ground, then took one steptoward the car before someone grabbed him from behind. No! Ty cried.He banged on the glass, futilely pulling atthe handle. No! Nick s body contorted and his mouth fell open as a knifedrove into his side.The attacker twisted it, and Nick screamed.Ty echoed the anguished cry and threw himself againstthe opposite window, slamming his fist into the alreadycracked glass over and over in a desperate bid to get free.Heleft the glass bloody, but couldn t get out.He jostled Zanewhen he returned to his side, tears streaming.Nick was onhis knees, head bowed, still being held around the neck bythe man with the knife.His attacker yanked the knife out ofNick s side and plunged it in again.Nick screamed again, his back arching, his eyes tightlyshut.But he reached into his boot as he arched his back, and361 came out with a dagger, flipping it in his palm and jamming itinto the killer s throat.Blood spurted, and both of them fell to the ground. Jesus Christ, Zane whispered.He and Ty pressed closer to the glass.Nick was still onhis knees, holding to the wounds at his side.The black SUVswere drawing near, full of more NIA agents with guns andknives who no doubt wanted to ask them some very pointedquestions.Sidewinder was retreating under fire to a big redSUV in the middle of the street.Nick began crawling for the cruiser, keeping low as therattle of gunfire from further down the street got closer.Hisfingers reached the gun he had dropped during his tussle.Hecollapsed in the debris, holding to the handle of the knife inhis side.He met Ty s eyes through the glass, then reached outwith a trembling, bloody hand and aimed the gun he d takenoff the first agent he d killed.Ty nodded hastily, grabbing Zane by the shoulder. Getdown, down! They shielded each other, flattening in the floorboard ofthe cruiser
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