Chapter 072
"I wouldn't move if I were you," Soren said, keeping his voice level. "My trigger finger isn't particularly steady right now, and I'd hate for an accident to inconvenience everyone." He walked Philip backward through the villa's rear door one step at a time, the AR-15 pressed against the man's side, his eyes moving continuously across the faces of the guards fanned out across the rear courtyard. They retreated as he advanced, giving ground without being asked, their weapons up but their angles bad. Nobody wanted to be the one who pulled the trigger and hit their employer. Soren scanned the courtyard and found what he was looking for: three jeeps parked in a row near the far wall, the same vehicles from the previous loop. He picked the nearest guard who wasn't directly in his line of move
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