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Holly wasn’t sure where to look. Too many things were happening too fast.
Time to cut down on the variables.
“Quint. Get the hell out of sight. Get way back. Fast! Behind some cover, I don’t care what. Just—away.”
“Why, Holl? What’s going on?”
She turned and grabbed him by the open lapels of his shirt. Then yanked him in until they were nose-to-nose. His eyes weren’t wide in panic, no rapid breathing; he just didn’t understand what was about to happen.
“Snap to. Think like your plane just crashed. Emergency evac!” She shouted the last just inches from his face.
He blinked at her once more in surprise, glanced at the armed mercenaries over her shoulder…and finally his eyes shot wide. “You know them?”
“Their type. Seriously bad news. Move. Now!”
“Uh, right. Right!” He turned and
