atons and concealed firearms. They advance rapidly to

eople dive under their tables, shatterin

fingers, whimpers loudly. He struggles to pull his hand fr

at his wrist to disarm him. As her fingers brush the cold metal of his drawn pistol, her thumb grazes a raised emblem on the grip. In

'C'. It is the private insignia of th

mach drops. If she is caught fighting Julian's own private army, the polit

She shouts a sharp, urgent comman

dining table forward with massive force. The table s

rd. They curse loudly as they crash into a waiter's

eather booth with surprising agility

rom a nearby table. She hurls it at the head of a guard aiming his weapo

's nose. He drops his aim,

winging double doors of the kitchen. Th

o the burner. It creates a massive flare-up of thick, grea

shes past stainless steel prep stations, heading st

open. They burst out into a damp, tras

f tactical boots echoes right behind them as

g south! Call all off-duty personnel in the vicinity! I want an immedi

realizes they have just triggered a full-scale sec

side street. Cold rain begins to fall, m

delivery trucks. She grabs Ashanti's arm and

beams of their flashlights cut through the

inst the cold metal of the truck. She waits u

Anissa whispers to Ashanti. "Before

y move quickly and silently through the la

of the Sinclair property line, Anissa co

the wet pavement. A strong, gloved hand sh

ely into her stomach. She meets the co

in his dark trench coat. The rain beads off his sh

e glances at Ashanti's tense combat stance

r," Erick says. His voice i