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shut the fuck up and help me!”
    My muscles bunched, and the heat rolled around us, thick and blanketing.
    No way.
    No fucking way was I getting gutted by a terrorist RPG.
    The hot nose homed in, its red snout rounding the last corner. The screech as the second one scraped the wall shuddered down my entire body.
    “OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR! IT’S X-OPS, YOU BASTARD, LAWLESS!”
    “Jus.” Walker turned to me, his face red as a devil in the light of imminent impact.
    “Shut your fucking mouth. Think I’m taking you back to Jade in a pine box?”
    Bane and Storm bellowed loud enough to tear their throats out:
    “Open this goddamn door right now if you ever wanna get out of this godforsaken hellhole!”
    A squeak sounded.
    The RPG was too close.
    The wheel on the other side of the door rolled, but Walker placed himself in front of us and raised his arms as if he was the fucking Messiah and his body alone could block the incoming fire.
    “Faster, you FUCK!” I railed against the door, everything warping in painfully slow motion.
    The door creaked. The missiles blew dust off the sewer walls as it arrowed in on us.
    My face strained, and I jacked Walker back by the scruff of his neck. “Got a goddamn death wish or what?”
    One yard left until the RPGs makes impact with us.
    It was seconds, blinding white seconds. My shoulders bulged, and I held Walker right by my side. Suicide overkill motherfucker.
    The hot cones bore closer. The door edged heavily open—them pulling from the inside, us pushing from the outside with muscles straining all over our bodies.
    We busted inside at the last moment. Storm and Bane collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs when we broke through, but Walker and I wheeled around and, joined by Lawless, we cranked the heavy cast iron door closed as quickly as we could.
    After securing the lock, we threw Lawless and his daughter to the floor in the far corner of the room, and the four of us covered them with the armor of our bodies, hoping like hell the door would hold.
    Two massive explosions ricocheted beyond the solid door. Flames licked, white-hot as the earth’s core, where cracks appeared at the edges. The collision buckled the iron inward with an almighty groan.
    And outside . . . the ear-battering, endless crashing as the tunnel collapsed.
    The door held.
    Smoke, sooty and dark, drifted in through the fissures in the door.
    With a final floor-shuddering quake, the last part of the tunnel seemed to settle.
    Enveloped in ringing silence, I pulled off the huddled mass of people on the floor. Walker rose, Storm then Bane, too. I reached down with a hand, helping Ambassador Lawless to his feet. Behind him, the most protected . . . Matilda.
    “Miss Lawless?” Bending forward, I gripped her by the elbows and helped her stand. “Are you okay?”
    “Well”—she gave a little shake of her head and brushed down the sleeves of her shirt—“that was only the second attack today so I’d say that’s an improvement, wouldn’t you, Mister—”
    She turned, confronting me with clear, soft green eyes and hair the color of ripe peaches. In fact, everything about her was ripe—my quick, discreet once-over—confirmed that impression.
    My mouth instantly dried up, and my heart started quaking.
    Holy shit.
    Absolutely floored, I stood with my eyes riveted to her.
    How the woman looked good enough to eat, damn well good enough to bed, in the middle of a crisis, I had no idea.
    And what a woman she was. Not the gangly, geeky-looking teenage girl or the old maid her name implied. No freakin’ way.
    “To whom do I have the pleasure of offering my thanks?”
    Hell if I know.
    She held out her hand with a slight smile, dipping a sweet dimple in her right cheek where tiny freckles crossed the bridge of her nose then scattered away.
    I couldn’t make my tongue work. It seemed to have gotten stuck to the roof of my mouth, but at least it wasn’t hanging out and drooling all over the floor.
    Walker thumped me