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Denise got her feet under her, stumbled as Tom thrust her forward. 'Go!' he snapped. |
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She raced after Kara and heard Tom close behind her. Her buttock felt as if it were burning inside. Her pants were wet and clinging around the wound. Warm blood spilled down the back of her leg. Each time her right foot hit the floor, pain bolted through her body. |
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Shouldn't be running away, she thought. We almost had them. |
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Did we all lose our weapons? |
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Like some kind of a damn nasty joke. We go in armed to the teeth and now we've got nothing. |
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I got one of the bastards, she reminded herself. That's something, anyway. |
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Ahead of her, Kara lunged to the left and vanished into the doorway of her bedroom. Denise rushed in. She felt a shove. As she staggered forward, the door slammed. |
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'Gotta block it shut,' Tom gasped. 'I'll hold it. You two, get something over here. A dresser or something.' |
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