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Peter
I fire before the agents do, squeezing off two rounds that hit them right under their face shields. Fueled by adrenaline, I jump to my feet, only vaguely aware of the burning pain in my arm and calf.
I have to stop the fleeing agent.
I can’t let him hole up with Sara and her family inside.
Putting on a burst of speed, I catch up with him by the entrance and tackle him as he spins around, ready to fire. The weapon clatters across the porch, and we crash into the door, pushing it open with our momentum.
I only have a split second to take in the scene inside, but it’s enough for me to angle to the right and avoid tumbling into a kneeling Sara and her parents.
We crash into the couch instead and roll across the floor together, struggling for the Glock tucked into his belt. I la
