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possessive-though, compared to Greer over his shoulder, a little wrist-holding wouldn’t even register.
    He rushed her past the ominous black door. Raisa's panted breaths ceased until they cleared the door to reception. No gun wielding ’roid-rats poured out into the hallway. Anosov didn’t pop out from the front demanding an explanation.
    Two doors left at the end of the hall and they were home free. Zeke doubled his grip on both women.
    Raisa sighed. A smile cracked her terrified facade.
    The unmistakable whoosh of the loo blocked their path as surely as a cement wall. Twenty yards stood between them and the exit…the exit that required a security code to open.
    Zeke propelled Raisa forward. He pushed his own legs against the floor, driving himself and Greer on.
    Too soon the paint-chipped door on the right opened. Raisa faltered. Her feet slowed to a near stop.
    His grip urged her ahead several more feet before he released his hold. He hoped she’d stay with him. But…
    A muscle-fluffed guard stepped into the corridor. One of his hands shoved the end of a black T-shirt into his trousers. The other worked on fastening his belt buckle. Zeke’s thundering steps pulled the man’s gaze from his crotch.
    For a full second the man stared with drawn brows. In that wasted fragment of time Zeke cleared several more feet.
    The guard stumbled back a step. Zeke advanced another stride.
    Five meaty fingers reached across his torso. The guard palmed his pistol.
    Zeke dropped his right shoulder and pushed harder.
    His 235 pounds, combined with Greer’s 135—give or take a couple—plowed into the man’s sternum. Zeke used him as padding against the metal door frame. A deep thud and nasty crack broke the relative quiet.
    Zeke gripped Greer’s thighs with his right hand, planted his feet, and righted them. The guard slid down the wall and collapsed into a clump on the stained concrete floor.
    A strangled scream left Raisa's throat. It pierced his ear like a fucking gold loop. If she wanted freedom, it came at a cost. One unconscious man was an easy price to pay, especially since she didn’t have to do the knocking out. But if she kept up the screech, there would be significantly more bloodletting, and it just might be theirs.
    He wheeled around ready to cement his hand over her mouth. She wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Raisa stood ten feet back, next to the other door they’d passed. Her cry became strangled. More accurately, someone strangled her cry.
    Three men clogged the hall. One clamped a hand around Raisa's throat and lifted. The ugly points of her plastic shoes dangled an inch from the floor, seeking it with frenzied kicks. Fear distorted her pretty face. The other two men crouched with their hands up, ready to smash in his skull, while the man with Raisa on the far right of the hall faded back a step.
    No talking his way out of this one.
    Their guns and walkie talkies remained fixed in their belts. The receptionist’s door remained closed.
    One corner of Zeke’s mouth quirked.
    The two straightened ever so slightly.
    Zeke hurled Greer at the one on the left. Instinctively the man’s arms opened wide to receive her. Zeke launched himself at the one in the middle, whose gaze followed Greer’s impact. Her dead weight toppled Leftie about the time Middle-man realized that the devil knocked on his door.
    The bloke’s fists drew high and tight in defense. Zeke packed all his momentum into a punch. It connected with the man’s ribs. One cracked under his fist. The slack of bone giving way smarted pain in his own side. The guard’s elbows dropped, covering his middle too late, leaving his jaw exposed.
    Zeke’s left hook covered it. Middle joined the growing pile on the floor. He wouldn’t get up for a while either.
    Leftie wiggled under Greer, stuck by the wall on the left and his unconscious comrade on the right. Zeke stepped toward the asshole who’d retreated a few more steps with Raisa.
    The bastard