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room. Sarah let the hall fill with their bodies before she started firing, taking out the first two with ease. With the doorway blocked by their fallen henchmen, the rest of the guards took to using the door as cover, only revealing themselves to shoot.
    “The rest of the household is heading your way. You’ve got less than sixty seconds to make a move,” Bryce said.
    “I’ll only need twenty.” Sarah slid on a pair of glasses then pulled the flash grenade from her belt on a sprint down the hallway toward the door. When the first guard turned the corner to fire, she caught him on the outside of his forearm. The gun flew from his hand, and she kicked him out of the way, pulling the pin on the flash grenade, which detonated into a hundred blinding explosions.
    The tint of the glasses shielded Sarah’s eyes as she easily maneuvered through the crowd of guards, who grabbed their eyes and screamed. The flashes didn’t radiate just inside the room but also through the hall and down onto the first floor. The light bounced off the walls and ricocheted against any surface it came into contact with.
    With each guard trying to palm his way to freedom, Sarah shot each of them through the back of the head, dropping them like flies, one by one, until she pushed her way into the room where Branston Clark was on his side, digging his palms into his eyes to try and block out the light.
    “Sarah,” Bryce said.
    His voice was soft, almost inaudible as Sarah picked Branston up by the collar and rushed him out of the room, past the dead guards, and down the staircase, where another cluster of guards had collapsed helplessly from the light. Keeping hold of Branston in one hand, she pulled one of her 1911 pistols.
    “Sarah!”
    Sarah heard him but ignored him. She gave a bullet to each guard she came into contact with, leaving a trail of bodies as the flash grenade slowly petered out. She made it to the garage and shoved Branston into the passenger side of the Ferrari and peeled out of the garage and down the road to where the chopper waited for her. She tossed Branston on the chopper’s floor and scanned his body for a tracker, which she found in his shoulder.
    Branston screamed as Sarah dug the tip of the blade into his flesh, carving out the thumbnail-sized chip. She crushed it in her palm and let Branston collapse where he lay. She wiped her nose then gently pressed the edge of the knife against Branston’s throat, and he quit his screaming. “You and I have a lot to talk about.”
    Sarah forced the helicopter pilot to take a little detour before they headed back to HQ, despite both the pilot’s and Bryce’s pleas to do otherwise. When the chopper touched down at an abandoned safe house in Wisconsin, Sarah dragged a still-bleeding Branston inside and tied him up in one of the living room chairs.
    “I don’t know what you think happened,” Branston said, his body breaking out into cold shakes as sweat mixed with the blood covering his body. “But you were given false information, Agent.”
    Sarah formed a fist and brought her right hand hard across Branston’s jaw, ejecting a tooth and a combined solution of spit and blood. His head wobbled on his neck, disoriented from the blow.
    “Sarah, you need to get him back to base,” Bryce said. “Mack wants to interrogate him.”
    “What do you think I’m doing?” Sarah landed another vicious blow against Branston’s jaw that caused his entire head to go limp.
    “Sarah, enough!” Bryce said, but Sarah fingered the inside of her ear and ripped out the small communication link and flicked it away, getting Bryce out of her head. She gripped Branston’s face with her left hand, squeezing his cheeks and lips together.
    “Where. Is. Demps?” The tone of Sarah’s voice sharpened with each syllable. Then, with her hands still squishing his face, Branston laughed. At first, Sarah thought they were sobs, but as the shaking grew, she felt his cheeks widen in a smile. Sarah ripped