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The man who had killed his family had just walked away and Tom had been deprived of vengeance.
A man had his hands on Tom’s throat while another held him firm. He heard a knife being sharpened in long, slick sweeps.
Then he heard shouts out on the street. Commander Tap and reinforcements, he presumed. These men would need to kill him quickly. He struggled against the arms that pinned him against the chair.
Then something heavy hammered at the steel door. One man instantly fled into the tunnel. The others, distracted, started arguing in a language Tom couldn’t understand. Tom leapt to his feet, swung around, and reached for their weapons. He managed to grab and draw an M9, but they reacted quickly and soon had him held up against the wall, arms clinched so the g*n was aimed straight
