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Vickie . Nod if you can hear me.” For one fearful second, she thought they had
she saw the rope was even wrapped around his neck , inhibiting
his movement. She could never untie
him in time.
his chin at his chest.
He was attempting to tell her something! But what?
His shirt. He was wearing another
of those black T ‑shirts. The T‑shirts with the hidden pockets! Quickly she pulled the shirt out of his pants
snaked her arm
up the inside . She ignored the tingly feeling she got when
her skin contacted the firm muscles of his chest. She thrust her hand into the hidden pocket and pulled it back fast. Ouch!
There was something sharp in there.
his face. Would he ever forgive her?[M1]
he gasped hoarsely, and folded her into his arms. He hugged
her desperately for a moment, then moved back.
“How long do we have?”
, she wanted to
answer, but knew his question was about Fahrrad. [M2] “About fifteen
and got stiffly to his feet. After shaking his muscles loose, he moved forward
into the room. “Fahrrad and company are
on the second floor,” Vickie noted. “Where’s
the computer? John’s gone after it.”
second floor, then?” Their feet rang
as they passed the second floor landing
and heard the
angry shouts[M4] , “we have no time at all. Go on, Vickie!” He shoved
ahead of him and turned , like a big bull , to block the
couldn’t leave him !
The door swept open and the first man made it two steps before Cliff decked him. “Vickie! Go get John
rang out above
face appeared below, questioning.
Another shot exploded in the stairwell.
raced back up the stairs, Vickie fighting icy fear for Cliff.
evaporated as the first of Fahrrad’s men came
tumbling down the stairs.
unconscious obstacles on her way up. Then
saw Cliff, even
more graceful than ever with the economy of motion imposed by the narrow
landing. He was picking them off
one by one as they came through the doorway.
“What a tactician,” John breathed
Vickie felt laughter bubbling up inside.
an idiot ,’
she thought, as she tugged his arm. “Just
shoot them ,” she urged.
counted the unconscious bodies. Three here, and three more down the
stairs. That still left well over a dozen. If Fahrrad’s men broke past the doorway bottleneck, the three of them were as good as dead. Then she had a brainstorm.
back down to the lobby , where she
collected the triangle
sculpture . The first
HCC300 console lay next to it, smashed. Poor thing. Oh, Vickie,
only a computer geek like you would
lament the passing of a machine[M5] . She sighed and lugged the heavy
sculpture up the stairs. After the first flight she paused,
breathing hard. This would have been impossible without the weights, she realized. Then she heard
quickly picked the thing up again.
got to the landing just in time. Two of Fahrrad’s
who was bleeding heavily from a nasty gash on the arm . Cliff had just cut one down when another two rushed through the doorway. “Cliff!” she cried.
on immediately. Cracking
the heads of two of Fahrrad’s men together ,
he put his immense shoulder to the door and slowly, excruciatingly pushed it
over the sculpture and
Cliff wedged it under the doorknob. Then he turned and cut John’s opponent
down with a swift kick. “Let’s go,”
he said, grabbing Vickie’s arm . John held onto
with one hand and followed . Vickie and Cliff had gotten to
when they realized John wasn’t with
them. “He must have
Vickie cried out, and Cliff
rushed back up the stairs.
[M1]This whole bit was talking around the action with all the details rather than showing the high points in clear, strong words.