He had to stop the team. “We’re wired. Got that?” Wolfe said into the phone.

“Affirmative,” Force said. “You got this?”

“Yeah.” Wolfe’s left hand might never recover, and his strength was ebbing, but he wasn’t going to let Dana down. He feinted and then kicked Gary in the face. Blood was already flowing from his neck, or rather, from beneath his jaw. “You okay, Dana?” Gary stabbed at him, and he blocked with his forearm to the handle, bending down to release his own knife.

“Yes.” She ran into the kitchen and fumbled in some drawers. “Roscoe was shot. We have to get out of here.”

Gary’s eyes gleamed. “I guess it does come down to you and me.” He twisted the weapon around in a reverse knife grip technique with the blade in. “I’m gonna kill you and then take my time with her.”

“You talk too much.” Wolfe swung with his knife, drew back, and side-kicked Gary in the ribs.

Something crunched.

Gary hissed and edged to the side, dodging and weaving, looking for a weakness. “It wasn’t nice of you to blow up my heroin.”

“I was bored and needed a hobby.” Wolfe matched his movements.

Gary swiped with the knife, and Wolfe ducked, not seeing the punch to the temple coming. Gary landed the punch, and lightning exploded through Wolfe’s head. He flew into the television set, smashing the screen. Gary rushed for him, and Wolfe pivoted and connected with an uppercut that ricocheted up his arm and down to his bruised ribs.

Gary’s teeth snapped together and he went down, his shoulders hitting the ground. He used the ground to push off, flipping all the way over and landing on his feet.

Wolfe charged, blocking and striking, seeking to draw blood. He fought hard, methodically, countering every strike with one of his own. He refused to feel pain, looking for any opening. A kick to the knee caught him unaware, and he twisted, going down to his other knee.

Gary jump-kicked and nailed Wolfe’s wrist; his knife went flying across the room.

“Wolfe!” Dana yelled.

He went from his knees to his feet, his hands out and ready. Gary attacked, knife slashing rapidly, steadily advancing. Wolfe blocked each slash, trying to protect his face and neck while sacrificing his forearms. Pain cut into him sharper than the blade.

Gary kicked him in the knee again, sending Wolfe onto the other one. Smiling with bloody teeth, Gary flipped the knife around, grabbed the handle and struck.

Wolfe drew on all of his strength, spun on his knee, launched up and side-kicked Gary in the ribs. Gary emitted a shocked oof, and bent over. Bellowing, Wolfe landed on his feet and instantly kicked up, catching the bastard beneath the jaw and throwing him across the room.

Gary yelled as he impacted the front window, which instantly exploded.