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he asked, taking the Kimber .45 he had in a holster at the small of his back.
    “Nowhere. Get your head down and stay put,” Justine said.
    She continued returning fire at the assailant, barely acknowledging his comments. He took a moment to survey the situation and then took a position between the two women. Maldano was on the other side of Anna.
    The car seemed to have made a clean getaway, and knowing his daughter was safe, Nigel let go of the anger he’d been keeping bottled inside. He wanted these bastards dead.
    He added his firepower to the mix, and heard Justine curse next to him. He saw a glimpse of a shadow to the right of the hangar entrance, and concentrated his shots there, hitting his target and watching the body drop to the floor.
    He fired two more times before he spent his clip. “I’m out of ammo.”
    “What are you using?” Anna asked, her clipped British accent even more pronounced while they were under fire.
    “Kimber Ultra Covert.”
    “.45 caliber?” Justine asked.
    “Yes.”
    She reached under her coat and tossed him a clip for the weapon. He popped it into his gun and continued defending their position. “You’re only good for another thirteen rounds. Make them count.”
    “I will,” he said.
    They didn’t have the firepower to hold the garage area for long, and he had the feeling the women knew it, too. “Nigel, stay here and continue shooting. I’m going around behind them.”
    Nigel nodded. Justine handed him a second gun. A Glock. 9 mm and an extra ammo clip. “When you run out…”
    “You had better be in position by then,” he said.
    “I will be.”
    Justine disappeared, and Anna started firing a second gun so that the assailants didn’t realize their numbers had changed. The firefight was less intense, as if the other side were being judicious with their firepower as well.
    How long could this last, he wondered. He’d only been in one other exchange like this. He was an executive, for the love of God. And not at all used to dealing with this type of situation.
    But he’d grown up in Essex—a rough neighborhood in London—and had learned early on how to survive. Getting in touch with that lad wasn’t all that hard. The years of civilization were stripped away. The anger he felt at Piper being threatened turned to determination as he honed it into the concentration he needed to ensure that he survived. That Justine survived. Having got his daughter to safety, it was now imperative that he keep Justine safe, as well.
    It didn’t matter that she was a trained professional, and that he’d hired her to keep his daughter safe. He knew now that ignoring her on the plane had been a mistake. He wanted her.
    It sucked that the realization became clear to him as he was waiting for her to reappear, not sure if either of them was going to live to see morning. That wasn’t true. He was Nigel Carter, a rough and tough street kid who’d made more of his life than anyone thought he had the right to. He certainly wasn’t going to die in a hangar in Lima, Peru.
    “Can you fire and move?” Anna asked.
    “I can,” Nigel replied.
    “I, as well,” Pedro said.
    “We’ll move forward on the count of three. Justine and Charity are in position, so all we have to do is close the net. Draw them in. Ready?”
    “Yes,” he said.
    “Sí.”
    “We move on three.” Anna counted down and they all moved, fanning forward while maintaining their cover. It was difficult, but the instinct to survive and win was one that Nigel was used to. And it was very strong at this moment.
    A bullet whizzed past him from the left, almost hitting him in the shoulder. He ducked, but a second bullet tore through his upper arm, the pain a deep burning. He dropped his weapon and picked it up with his other hand. He wasn’t as accurate with his left hand, but he could still fire with it.
    He turned to the left and waited a moment, forcing away the pain in his arm. He held his breath and saw movement in the