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“Ordered, you say,” said Fawkes. “By whom?”

“My employer does not matter.”

“Then why all the prattle, damn you. Why not shoot me in the chest and be done with it?”

“I do not operate without purpose, Captain Fawkes. You have been deceived. I think you should know that.”

“Deceived?” Fawkes thundered. “Your foggy words tell me nothing.”

An alarm began to sound in the back of Emma’s mind, an alarm honed by a dozen years of cat-and-mouse existence. He stood there silently, not answering the captain’s question, his senses probing for a sound or a movement.

“What about the man behind me?” asked Fawkes. “He has no hand in this. No need to murder an innocent bystander.”

“Rest easy, Captain,” said Emma. “My fee is for only one life. Yours.”

With agonizing slowness, Pitt raised his head until he was eye level with the landing. He could see Emma now. Not in detail-the light was too dim for that-but he could make out the pale blur of a face and the outline of a figure.

Pitt didn’t wait to see more. He could only guess Emma would blast Fawkes in the gut during the middle of a sentence, after lulling him with idle conversation. An old but effective trick. He dug the balls of his feet

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into the steps, took a breath, and lunged, going for a vicious impact with Emma’s legs, his hands clawing for the gun.

The silencer flashed in Pitt’s face, and a stabbing pain slammed the right side of his head as he grabbed for Emma’s arm. After the haze of sudden shock he swam into unconsciousness and began falling, falling. It seemed to take forever before the abysmal void swallowed him and there was nothing.

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Goaded on by Pitt’s flying tackle, Fawkes charged up the steps like a maddened rhino and threw his great weight against the bodies of both men. Pitt went limp and fell off to one side. Emma struggled to bring the gun to bear, but Fawkes slapped it away as though it were a toy in a child’s hands. Then Emma went for Fawkes’s crotch, clutched his cock and balls, and squeezed ruthlessly.

It was the wrong move. The captain roared like thunder and reacted by swinging both his massive fists from over his head down upon Emma’s upturned face, crushing cartilage and tearing skin. Astoundingly, Emma maintained the pressure.