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Holly knelt on the SOG leader’s solar plexus to guarantee he wouldn’t be getting his breath back anytime soon. She frisked him, came up with two hidden carries, a garrote wire for cutting someone’s throat, several knives, a radio…and a set of zip ties. She bound his hands to the belt behind his back, then surveyed the situation.
Andi and Taz had done well.
They each had a knife at a guard’s throat and were covering the two other guards with their captured weapons. The excavator driver was wisely remaining in his little glass cab.
Holly made quick work of disarming and cuffing each one in turn.
“I saw the goddamn last-second arm cross,” Taz grumbled at her as Holly tied the last guard’s wrists and ankles.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Holly managed to say it with a stra
