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The distant sound of engines roars outside.
Several vehicles.
Fast.
Coming up the street.
The man freezes.
The other two behind him stop moving.
“What the hell is that?” one of them mutters.
I smile slightly.
Because I know that sound.
Brave Team.
Mara glances at me.
“That your backup?”
“Something like that.”
Outside, tires screech.
Truck doors slam.
Voices.
Then a shout from the street.
“Federal agents! Drop your weapons!”
Adam.
The men in the hallway react instantly.
The lead one swears.
“Move!”
They spin back toward the sanctuary.
Running for the exit.
Mara exhales slowly.
“Well,” she says.
“That complicates things.”
I holster my weapon and step toward the sanctuary.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
