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Oscar turned as Shea flew at him. She stabbed him in the chest, but the blade hit a rib, barely penetrating his skin. The lighter fell to the floor as he dropped to one knee.
She reached for her Glock in his waistband. He punched her in the face before she could grab it. The pistol clattered to the concrete as she reeled backward onto her chair from the blow. When he went for the g*n, she drove her boot into his temple. He collapsed onto the floor.
Out of the corner of her eye, Shea saw Victor raise the Colt. She rolled, grabbed the Glock in her left hand. A bullet whizzed overhead. She returned fire putting two in Victor’s chest. He slumped against one of the shelving units.
Oscar seized her left wrist, weakening her grip on the g*n. His eyes blazed with hatred. “I’m gonna rip you
