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Off to the side, two men had Cassy down. One pinned her arms to the floor. The other was sitting on her legs. She squirmed and writhed, twisted and bucked. But they had her. John saw the guy on her legs pull a screwdriver from between his teeth. |
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A woman dropped to her knees beside Lynn and bit the back of her thigh. |
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Before he could move to help either woman, arms grabbed him around the legs. Someone jumped on his back. He staggered, trying to stay up. An arm came down from the front, driving a knife toward his chest. He caught the wrist of the knife-hand. As he fought to hold the knife back, a blast crashed in his ears. |
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Blood flew from the head of the man sitting on Cassy's legs. His screwdriver was already speeding down. Its blade dented the skin below her left breast. Then the handle popped up from the man's fist. The screwdriver tilted and started to fall. He flopped down on top of her. |
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Another round of ammunition exploded in the fire. Then another. Something zipped past John's face. |
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He twisted the wrist. The knife fell from his assailant's hand. He shot his elbow backward, connected and heard a grunt through the ringing in his ears. |
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Cold rain, pouring onto his head. |
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A woman with a hammer sprang at him from the front. His knuckles caved in her throat. Her weight |
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