Joe could hear the pain in Nicky's voice. This had to be killing him, shooting Quynh over and over again. It was enough to have Joe focus like a laser on what had to be done next: getting out of here and back to his husband.
The next turn led them into a small team of men. Ten of them between the immortals and the door. None of them stood a chance. Joe charged and ignored the shot to his stomach and chest as he sliced one man across the neck and effortlessly stabbed halfway into another. His scimitar was perfect for this sort of fast, ruthless battle. "Get them down," he shouted needlessly at Booker as he rounded on the third fighter and slashed his face to distract him while stealing the gun and using it to put a bullet in the forehead of the fourth.
"Out that door and just take off for the safe house. We will all meet there if we lose sight. Priority #1 is getting there."
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The next turn led them into a small team of men. Ten of them between the immortals and the door. None of them stood a chance. Joe charged and ignored the shot to his stomach and chest as he sliced one man across the neck and effortlessly stabbed halfway into another. His scimitar was perfect for this sort of fast, ruthless battle. "Get them down," he shouted needlessly at Booker as he rounded on the third fighter and slashed his face to distract him while stealing the gun and using it to put a bullet in the forehead of the fourth.
"Out that door and just take off for the safe house. We will all meet there if we lose sight. Priority #1 is getting there."