Damn.
Can we get another take on that last bit?"
Everybody was looking at him as if he was crazy, including Mandi. Cade
thumped the camera again and triggered it briefly, making the light flicker,
then thumped it again.
"Well, that's it," said Cade. "Did we get enough?"
Raising his pistol, Marjeel thundered, "Do you wish to die?!"
One of the guys by the bed -- the possible non-English speaker -- also aimed
his gun at Cade and the other guy's gun wavered from the woman who'd been his
target.
Holding the camera in both hands as if offering it to Marjeel, Cade said,
"Well, here, dude. You try to make it work."
When Marjeel grabbed for the camera's handle, Cade shoved the camera at
Marjeel's face like a basketball. Launching himself right behind the camera,
Cade drove Marjeel across the room and to the floor, his left hand locked on the
wrist of Marjeel's gun hand and his right grasping the front of the terrorist's
shirt.
They landed hard, both of Cade's knees tightly together in the center of
Marjeel's stomach as his back hit the floor. A loud, shouting groan escaped
Marjeel on impact and his body tried to curl up, but Cade was in the way.
Pages:
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75