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She was knocked off her feet, and she was looking up at the man coming after her. There was a deep, bloody gash in his belly, but that didn’t seem to be slowing him down. He had the broken bottle raised high above his head, and a maniacal look in his eyes. He took a step toward her and raised the bottle up even higher, ready to strike at her.
All of a sudden, his chest seemed to explode. His blood splattered her face and the wall behind her. The man hovered above her for just a moment and then collapsed inches from her knees. Behind him, there was the figure of a man, a gun in his hand aimed at the body on the floor. He was dressed in what looked like a fitted high-tech scuba suit with a vest and a foul-weather hood that covered most of his head and most of his face. He was looking at her in an odd, familiar way, and she wondered what was going on. The shock of watching her tormentor’s chest explode, and the taste of his blood in her mouth, had sent her into shock, and she was no longer processing information logically. Then the man reached up and pulled his mask off.
It was Buddy, and she immediately started sobbing. She wasn’t even sure why, but the tears started streaming uncontrollably down her face and sobs racked her chest. He came over, pulled her to her feet, and put his arms around her, but only briefly.
“We’ve gotta get out of here,” he said.
The thought of having him there with her inspired a strength that she thought had left her. The tears stopped flowing and she caught her breath. “OK,” she said. “Let’s go.”
FIFTY-TWO
Soh realized quickly that something was wrong. The attack had been abrupt and intense, with deafening explosions and a hail of gunfire. Then, as quickly as the assault had started, it ended. It took a moment for him to realize it—his men were continuing to fire their weapons out of the small entryway, into the frigid night, and the gunfire in the fort was disorienting. But after a moment, it seemed that the fight was entirely one-sided.
“Wait!” Soh screamed at his men. “Stop firing!”
It took a moment, but the gunfire died away from inside the fort. All that was left was silence. Soh made a motion to one of the MS-13 gang members closest to the entryway, and he pushed the door all the way open and crawled out. A moment later he called back into the fort.
“They’re gone!” he yelled. “I can hear them running!”
“Move!” Soh screamed at his men. “After them!” Suddenly a bolt of panic went through his body. He turned and looked back toward the inner recesses of Fort Strong.