As soon as Cade was out of Nassir's line of sight, he knelt as low as
possible next to the wall and aimed upward at the space where Nassir seemed most
likely to appear.
The instant Nassir's rushing form blocked the light from the lobby, Cade
fired twice so quickly the separate sounds of the shots were almost
indistinguishable, then he dropped his Glock and heaved himself at the MAC-11,
shoving it upward as he rose to his feet.
The ugly little machine pistol sprayed the ceiling of the alcove, firing
itself empty as Nassir pitched forward. Cade heard crunching sounds and felt
bones collapse in his grip as his fingers met his palm around Nassir's thick
wrist.
From somewhere in his mind came the thought, 'Well, damn. She was right.'
Cade continued his motion with Nassir's arm, glancing to see that the MAC's
breech was open and showed no brass as he grabbed and opened a ballroom door to
shove Nassir's gun hand through.
Closing the door on Nassir's wrist, Cade threw his weight against the door
hard enough to nearly close it completely, then yanked it open again to grab
Nassir's gun hand and haul his arm and the MAC back into the alcove.
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