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and rushed the man in the lead. He fell hard as Sullivan caught him in the chest with his shoulder. Not stopping to let them respond, Sullivan used his momentum to swing his arm around and clip the other agent on the side of the jaw with his fist.
    The agent staggered back but kept his footing. He reached for his gun, but Sullivan was on him again, knocking the gun down the side of the hill as it came out of its holster.
    Sullivan landed another punch on the agent’s jaw followed by a body blow. As the agent doubled over, Sullivan grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him toward the other agent, who was just getting up. He leapt on them again and, finding a pair of handcuffs on one of them, pulled the handcuffs free and shackled the two men together as they struggled to regain their footing. Sullivan lifted them up, took the gun from the first agent and pushed them against the side of the cliff.
    Williams bent over to catch his breath. “Richard Sullivan, you’re under arrest for assault and battery on two SABI agents.”
    Sullivan laughed. “You attacked me without cause.”
    “You abandoned a vehicle in the roadway. We gave chase.”
    “Fair enough. Take me in, then.”
    Agent Poole rubbed his jaw with his free hand. “Listen, Sullivan, you know why we’re here. You’re not above the law.”
    “I have until tomorrow afternoon before a warrant is issued. Why were you following me today?”
    “Just keeping tabs on you, Sullivan.”
    “Bullshit.”
    Williams moved away from the cliff, and Sullivan pushed him back. He pressed the barrel of the gun against the agent’s face and narrowed his eyes. “You think I won’t do it? You think I won’t kill you right now?”
    Williams clenched his jaw shook his head. “I don’t think that. We all know you’re a murderer, Sullivan.”
    Sullivan raised his arm and brought it sharply back down, pistol-whipping Williams on the forehead. “You’re god damn right I’m a murderer! Tell me why I shouldn’t kill both of you right now?”
    Poole held up his free hand, palm outward. “Listen, Sullivan. We’re just doing our job. We’re just following orders.”
    Sullivan laughed. “The typical justification of the soldier sent to do the politician’s dirty work. Nothing ever changes, does it?”
    Poole was about to answer, but Sullivan grabbed him by the arm and pressed his face against the side of the cliff. Sullivan took the other pair of handcuffs from Williams then roughly pushed the men toward a road sign. He looped the chain around the sign and secured the cuffs to the chain on the handcuffs around the agents’ wrists. He searched their pockets and took their tablets and earpieces.
    He smashed the tablets under his heel then looked up at the agents. “I’ve had enough of people like you. A year ago, you’d be dead already. You’re just damned lucky I have something better to live for. This isn’t a busy road, but I’m sure someone will come this way before you die. And after tomorrow, you won’t have to worry about me again. All I want is to be left in peace. I don’t want to fight any more. I don’t want to kill any more.”
    Williams reached up with his free hand and wiped the blood from his forehead. “You’re a killer, Sullivan. No matter what you say, that will never change.”
    “You’re right, I am. But only if someone forces my hand.” He leveled his gaze at Williams. “Don’t force my hand.” He turned and began walking back up the road, toward the vehicles. Behind him, he could hear Williams making threats in a low voice. He ignored the agent and took out and inserted his earpiece. “Call Alexander, Kate.”
    Kate answered. “Rick? Did you get what you needed?”
    “No. I ran into some Bureau agents. You need to gather our things and head to the safe house.”
    “Are you all right, Rick?”
    “I’m fine. Just get to the safe house, and I’ll meet you there. We’ll need to have Dale meet us with the ship somewhere other