That’s all I need.
I twist sideways and drive my heel down on his injured leg.
He screams.
His arm jerks away.
For half a second—
I’m free.
“Now!” Russ shouts.
Everything explodes at once.
Boone moves faster than I’ve ever seen a man move.
One second he’s ten yards away.
The next he’s already halfway across the gravel.
The wounded man grabs for me again.
Too late.
Boone hits him like a freight train.
The impact knocks both of them to the ground.
The man’s rifle flies across the dirt.
Russ is on it instantly.
“Got it!”
Adam moves in from the side, weapon trained on the man’s chest.
“Don’t move!”
The attacker tries to reach for a knife on his vest.
Boone’s fist connects with his jaw.
Once.
Hard.
The man goes still.
Breathing.
But done fighting.
Russ grabs his arms and flips him onto his stomach.
Zip ties snap tight around his wrists.
“Well,” Russ mutters, “that was exciting.”
