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it.” Together they climbed a maintenance ladder, coming up on the platform opposite where they’d begun.
    Transit cops now surrounded the hysterical woman. She pointed across the tracks to him and Rose just as the arriving train blocked their view. He handed her his handkerchief to wipe her face clean and took her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
     
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    KC led Lucky away from the chaos, taking a winding path to the caf é, making sure no one followed. No one except a lone man in a beige Taurus. US Marshal Jared Wright, from WitSec, watching their backs.
    She felt better having someone she could trust behind her. Lucky said nothing to her, unusual because in the past, after the bullets flew, he became a chatterbox. Adrenaline hit everyone differently. Chase, God love him, would tear up—actual tears. Others vomited or got the shakes.
    KC sometimes worried there was something wrong with her. Each time she’d had to kill, the only aftershock she’d experienced was a cold ball of numbness at the pit of her stomach. She’d tried to excuse her lack of response to the fact that, both times, she’d been fighting to save someone she cared for: Chase and then Lucky.
    Today, it was just her and the man with the gun. She remembered the burn of fury when he’d snuck up in her blind spot and told her to leave her position on the roof of the food kiosk. He’d trained a Tec-9 on her. Not to mention that stupid shit-eating Anonymous mask grinning at her. Which really pissed her the hell off.
    She’d shimmied off the roof, and as she made the final leap to the ground, all she could think of was Chase and his own goofy grin. No way in hell was she letting this man, this foul wretch of a man who dragged children here to use as cannon fodder, no way was she about to let this scumbag keep her from going home to the man she loved.
    Not. Going. To. Happen.
    The next few seconds were a blur—she couldn’t remember a single formed thought, just action and reaction. She’d dropped to the ground hard, making it appear as if she’d injured herself, drawing him close.
    Then she’d leapt, twisting her body into his, wrenching his elbow, pulling tight on his trigger finger. His body absorbed his own bullets, then he twitched and fell, her weight on top of his, pinning him to the ground, not releasing the trigger until the magazine was empty.
    Quick search for more weapons, ID, comms, and it was all over, faster than she could've made her morning coffee if she’d stayed home.
    They turned the corner in front of Angelina’s. The sidewalk was filled with people ignoring their breakfast and pointing to the smoke coloring the sky over the Mall. Even more stood with their heads down, looking at the same scene via their phones, gathering tweets as intel.
    “They said a truck caught on fire,” one man said.
    “No, man, that was a bomb. Bet it was more of those guys like in Boston. We’ll show ’em.”
    “That’s not far from the Metro, maybe—”
    KC pulled Lucky through the crowd and around to the alley where Jared waited. The Marshal bounded from his vehicle and strode toward them. “What the hell, KC—”
    To her surprise, Lucky intervened. “It’s okay, Jared. We can leave in a few minutes. Let me use your phone. Call Vinnie, though.”
    For a moment, KC thought the Marshal would lock Lucky in the car and take off. His face was flushed yet also pale. His hands—no, his entire body—shook as he handed Lucky the phone. Lucky moved to the rear seat of the car.
    “You took out the one at the front of the bus,” KC said, recognizing Jared’s agitation was about more than seeing his witness placed in danger.
    He didn’t meet her eyes as he nodded. “Took me a few minutes to get there without being seen. I thought—” He shook his head as if rearranging his thoughts. “For a moment there, I thought I was too late.”
    “I’d say your timing was perfect,” Billy Price said as he and Rose emerged from Angelina’s