CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENStrength
I close my eyes again, relying on my senses to track everyone.
I hear Jorge say something to a man, who steps closer to me. The guard pokes me with the tip of his gun, and I know precisely where he’s standing.
Surprising everyone, I rocket off the floor and grab the man’s shirt. I heave upwards, slamming him into the ceiling. Reacting faster than I ever have before, I slip the M-16 from his unconscious hands before he falls back down to the floor.
I immediately take aim at Jorge and depress the trigger. An automatic stream of bullets flashes out, but the recoil knocks the barrel of the rifle up and away from my target. I don’t even come close to hitting him.
Jorge dives behind a couch and yells out a command. The other four rifles center on me.
The mu
