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34The shockwave pummelled Fortesque, sending him flying toward the front of the house. The walls of the corridor were consumed by the conflagration. He landed on his face, felt a searing heat on his shoulders, climbing the back of his neck, to his head.
He was ablaze!
He twisted, swatting at the flames, scalding his hands. He stumbled forward and the edge of a coffee table caught his knee, bringing him down. He rolled, dousing the flames. Grimacing, he got on all fours…
The front door burst open, admitting a running man. In the firelight, Fortesque recognised Boris Hamer. Fortesque had lost the g*n he had taken from the mercenary. Hamer dived into the house, rolled right. At the end of his manoeuvre, his eyes met Fortesque’s, his g*n came up.
Fortesque dived toward the table that h
