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"Finish it, Morgan." Jake's voice was unwavering as he pressed his head into the gun, teeth gritted, eyes blazing. "Take this bastard out for me."
Kadmon laughed. "You're still outnumbered, and you have no weapons. I admire your spirit, all of you, but it does you no good. If you help me get the box, I'll leave you alive. How about that for a deal?"
Morgan stood up, hands raised in surrender. "Don't shoot him, please."
Kadmon gestured with his free hand. "Tell your friend."
She turned to see Mikael with one of the guards in a neck lock, the man's face bright red as he struggled for breath. Mikael met her gaze, and she could see that he would continue the fight if she allowed it.
"Please," she said softly.
After a split second, Mikael relaxed his grip and released the man, who col
