widened, and she knew that would no longer be possible when two tall, black-clad, cloaked figures entered the room with swords drawn.
"Abby, they're dressed just like the men from my dream." Thomas said taking a step back, and pulling her in behind him.
"We need to get out of here, TJ!" she yelled. Then she hoped he didn't realize her mistake at calling him TJ. The attackers moved towards them and she dropped into a defensive position. She didn't think there was any way they could fight their way past two fully trained Zdrada. Then, Thomas sprung into action. A spinning roundhouse kick took the first Zdrada off his feet. A look of shock crossed Thomas' face as if he were wondering how he did that. She was wondering the same thing. He blocked the sword of the second warrior with his bat while kicking the first attacker in the face again, taking consciousness from him. The second one sliced into Thomas' arm, causing him to drop the bat. Abby jumped on the man's back and began clawing at his eyes. She scratched one of them pretty good before he flung her across the room. "Abby!" Thomas yelled. He picked up his bat and turned to see the second Zdrada rubbing at his injured eye. He hit him hard across the face with a one-handed swing of the bat. The blow took the man off his feet and launched him into the wall. She noticed the same shocked look crossed Thomas' face again. He looked at the bat in his hand as if it held the answers. He was very strong and even in her fear she was excited that his powers were emerging.
The intruder hit the floor, and Thomas was across the room in two strides. He helped her to her feet, and she looked up at him with green, pleading eyes, and said, "TJ, we need to go, more will be on the way now that they have found you."
"Found me? More what? Abby, what's going on? Why are you calling me TJ?"
"Later! I'll explain everything. Just get a bag together quickly, we don't have much time."
Seconds later he emerged with his laptop and a bag. He had also hastily wrapped a bandage around the cut on his forearm. Abby gave him a confused look and he answered her unasked question. "I always keep a bag packed in case I need to go somewhere. This way I can be spontaneous."
"Fine, let's go," Abby said. She turned towards the door but Thomas didn't move.
"We can't just leave these guys here, Abby, we have to call the cops. They tried to kill us, with swords!"
"We can't call the cops, Thomas."
"Well, we can't just leave them here like this. I work for a government agency, they'll want to question me if they see...this." He gestured to the seven unconscious men, and then he noticed that Abby was texting. "What were you—?"
"It's already taken care of. I have people on the way here to clean this all up, but we have to go now." She heard some voices across the parking lot and she looked back to him. "Now!"
They ran out of the apartment and Thomas shut the door on his way out, "What do you mean you have people? What the heck is going on?"
"I'll tell you in the car, hurry up." They arrived at Thomas' truck and Abby jumped in. Thomas ran around to the driver's side, jumped in, and started the truck up. He almost peeled out as he left, and hoped he hadn't drawn undue attention. He turned left on Green Oaks and drove towards highway three sixty.
"What the heck was all that, Abby? And why did you call me TJ?"
"Later, we need to get to my people. They'll keep us safe."
Thomas made the left and began to merge onto three sixty. "No, not later. What's going on and how did you know my middle initial was J?"
"I saw it on your license, please, just trust me."
Thomas weaved in and out of traffic to pass the slower drivers and then looked at her. "No you didn't see it on my license, because it's not on there. How am I supposed to trust you when I know you're lying to me?"
"Fine, I know your middle name because we were friends as kids and everyone used to call you TJ." She paused because this was painful for her and it