The stranger wavers, his jaw going slack, but from ground level, there’s a scream: James planting a kneecap squarely into Stannis’ groin.
Abruptly, he has the upper hand, scrambling to get topmost on his opponent. Straddled over his chest, one hand pinned over Stannis’ throat, his eyes showing white all around, James punches him repeatedly in the face. Although, given the state of Stannis’ face after my Jenny finished him last time, the damage could be an improvement.
Baxter’s gun-barrel is trembling. “Andres, get her out of here,” he yells. Grabbing the woman by the wrist, he pushes her towards the window. “Go! Now. I’ll handle this.”
Julia hangs back, still watching as Andres makes for the window…
Fire escape?
… yanking up from the bottom rail to open it. It slides part of the way,
