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“Shooting a civilian would not be my first choice.” Taz waited for Mike’s smile to fade.
But it didn’t. “No, really. What kind of game are you playing? Is this some sort of wargame scenario thing?”
She slammed the side of the gun across his face.
He dropped to the deck in a heap, clutching his cheek. His cry of surprise galvanized Jeremy, so she flicked off the safety and placed it against Jeremy’s temple.
“Don’t.”
He froze while Mike groaned.
“Besides, I didn’t hit him that hard.”
“s**t! It feels as if you did.”
She nudged his hip with a foot to roll him onto his back. “I find that sometimes it’s easier this way.”
“Easier?” Mike kept pulling his hands away to check for blood. There was only one small cut that would stop bleeding soon—the rest was just scrapes and scratches. T
