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No Way To Win
Philippe was lightning. His weapon drawn as fast as I could raise mine. Instinct took over. I darted forward. Pushed his gun away as I pulled the trigger. But he mirrored my moves. Bullets landed in the overhead roof panels.
Philippe snatched the gun from my hand. I returned the favour. He emptied my clip and I his. Barrels and slides detached, too, with the next bullet in the chamber dropping to the floor.
All those drills we’d gone over between missions—they all came back. My reactions hardwired to his.
He pushed me away. Gun parts on the floor. No time to pick them up. He went for a knife on his hip. I whipped the belt from my waist. As he flew forward with the blade, I sidestepped and wrapped the belt around his wrist. I twisted hard. He cried out. The knife poppe
