I get there just in time to save Bogdan from a bullet to the head. He’s on his knees, being held back bytwo soldiers. The third one is standing in front of him, ready to shoot.
I fire before he does.
Bogdan takes advantage of their distraction and sends both his elbows slamming into the men oneither side of him.
One lurches forward. The other crumples back.
He spins around and gets to his feet, stealing the gun off the man on his right and ending them bothwith one clean shot.
“Where is she?” I yell as the crack of gunfire rings in my ears.
“I’m sorry, Isaak,” Bogdan says, looking ashamed. “They came in through the back. There were fiveor six of them.”
I quickly glance behind him. The waiters are all clustered together at the door to the kitchen. Thebl
