Sophia moved quickly for Denton. He knew she was coming and freed the sword from the Blue Beret’s armor by pressing his boot onto the soldier’s chest. He turned and carried the sword over his head. Sophia weaved to one side, hitting the handrail. It came free and she teetered on the edge. The sword struck the middle of the catwalk behind him.
She did the only thing she could do—threw herself backward onto the pinned sword. She landed on it before Denton could draw it free, protected by her ruck, and kicked him in his midsection. He lost his grip on the sword and landed on top of the critically wounded Blue Beret, almost rolling off the catwalk and into the water.
Sophia moved off the sword, her ruck still intact. She drew the sword as she moved and came to one knee. DC was nowhere to be
