Rignall escaped up through a doorway at the end of the hall. Another stairwell. They opened the door to two men with guns. Rignall was gone.
“Get back,” one shouted. Nate and Arena both put their hands up and backed through the door. The men followed, guns pointed at them. The man in the suit appeared behind Arena, also pointing a gun at them. Should have known dark suit was a plant. He wasn’t afraid at all.
One angled toward the side, lowering his gun. He swiped out with a low side kick. Nate expected it and danced out of the way. The two other men smiled, eerily in unison, then also lowered their guns. All three of them lunged at once.
The man in the dark suit leapt at Arena. She ducked out of the way and kicked at his knee, but missed. True to her training, she turned so her back was to him, and he did the same to her, closing the gap between them. Assailants often targeted the weakest first, picking off team members until they dealt with the strongest as a group. Nate could probably take all three of them at once if necessary, but she should be able to take the one on her side.
The other two came after him. One had dark hair, and the other light. They weren’t bad, but they weren’t as good as he was. Distractions. Just keeping them busy while Rignall escaped.
He parried one foot with his hand, but spun a kick out toward the other dark-haired man, which landed in his ribs. Nate felt the sudden release of pressure which indicated a break. He spun around and punched the other man, but it glanced off his jaw. The blond man was better than his companion. He dodged more easily and kicked harder.
Arena had improved considerably in nearly a year with the CIA, and she was about even with them, despite her size. Nate had her focus a lot on speed, and it allowed her to compensate in terms of power. She punched her assailant and he stumbled back, but recovered. She spun and kicked low. He jumped over her leg, and tried to kick her face. She leaped up, but she caught the kick on her thigh and cried out.
Nate leaped and landed on the dark-haired man’s back, using him as a shield. The dark haired man tried to spin around, but Nate covered his eyes and walked backwards up the wall, using the momentum of the spin to gain height. He flipped over the man, grabbing his jacket and tumbling him to the ground. Nate landed straight into the blond man. As soon as he regained his balance, he punched out at the blond man, catching his chin squarely. He fell back into the wall. Then he spun and caught Arena’s attacker in the knee. The last two went down together.
Nate and Arena hurried up the stairs, until they found the roof. They opened the door to witness the helicopter’s ascent. Machine gun spatter hit the wall next to them, causing bits of concrete to explode and turn to dust. Nate yanked Arena back behind the door.
Rignall had escaped again.
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