Fifty-one
As the NeoGen’s fingers slid round Ryann’s neck, she squeezed herself back against the wall. She closed her eyes, waiting for the end.
But it never came.
There was a rush of air, a thud, then something crashed into the wall, sending tremors through Ryann.
She turned, her eyes open. She had time to take in two grey shapes fighting, then a figure ran at her.
Murdoch.
He raced forward, his face hard, his fist clenched. His other hand was flat, and he planted this on the wall as he leaned in, bringing the fist down.
But Ryann had a fist ready, too. As he stood over her she swung up, crying out.
She wouldn’t have put it past him to wear some kind of protection, like a box. But he didn’t. And as her fist ploughed into his crotch, he doubled over, his fist sliding past Ryann.
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