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“I don’t know, but I can’t think this is
good,” Ilene said, scanning the area for escape routes. “Why are
you limping?”
“Twisted an ankle. Not bad.”
“Is anybody still in there?” one of the
newcomers yelled at them.
“Don’t think so.”
The spokesman nodded, and the group turned to
close on them.
“Is running an option?” She backed a couple
of steps away from the approaching men.
It wasn’t Michael who answered. “I’m afraid
not,” one of the men coming toward them said. He pulled out a gun.
The other two men and the woman did also. All four pistols pointed
at them.
Ilene called up wind to try to push the guns
away or take them out of the men’s hands, but another force
countered hers. Gold and red streaks of power surrounded the large,
chunky man nearest Michael. She inc
