“Everything okay, Mr. Ruggiero?”
“These two appear to be lost. I told them you could escort them back to the lobby.”
“Sure can,” the strapping Puerto Rican guard replied. “Come on, we'll take you back downstairs.”
“Screw you,” the blonde said tersely.
“Excuse me?” the hulking black guard asked.
At once the black-leathered blonde launched a lightning front kick into the Puerto Rican's groin. The black man was startled but lunged for her, running right into a high-heeled roundhouse kick that nearly broke his jaw. She charged into them with a flurry of elbows and knees, dropping them to the carpet where she rendered them unconscious with a vicious stomping.
“What the hell do you want?” Peter tried to appear belligerent.
“That column you've been writing,” the blonde replied. “You've bee
