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to get help. I can't let him die." She jerked to the right, and the gunman instinctively reached for her left arm. It was exactly what she wanted. She brought her other fist down hard on the back of his hand, the hand that was holding the gun.
He swore and dropped his weapon. It skidded across the floor. As he made a move to retrieve it, she kicked in the groin. He doubled over in pain.
Spencer leapt up and grabbed the gun off the floor. He was ready when the second man raced towards them, and he wasted no time pulling the trigger.
A split second later, a blast echoed through the bank.
Hallie saw the second gunman falter, but she didn't have time to see what happened next as the hooded man punched her in the nose. She fell backwards, clipping the side of a desk with her head as she fell toward the ground. She put up her hands to defend herself from the next attack, but it didn't come.
Spencer pulled the man off of her and hit him once, twice, a third time. The man retaliated, landing a blow on Spencer's jaw. They pummeled each other with desperate fury, a fight to the death.
Hallie tried to get up. She needed to help, but she was having trouble standing up. Stars were still exploding in front of her eyes. She forced herself to focus. She couldn't get to her feet, but she could crawl. She might not be able to help Spencer, but she could help Max. She got back to his side and put her hands on his bleeding wound.
And then the front door of the bank blasted open, the glass shattering into a million pieces, as the SWAT team rushed into the building. From there it was a flurry of action, the cops pulling Spencer and the gunman apart, the other hostages crying out with relief that it was finally over.
The paramedics rushed to her side, and she lifted her bloody hands off of Max as they went to work on him. Spencer came over as they hooked Max up to an IV and put him on a gurney.
"Where are you taking him?" Spencer asked.
"St. Mary's."
As the paramedics took Max out of the bank, Spencer turned to her. "We did it."
"Yeah," she said, wiping her hands on her jeans.
"Your nose is bleeding, Hallie."
"Is it?" She had so much blood on her hands and clothes, she didn't know where it was coming from. Spencer grabbed some tissue off a nearby desk and handed it to her. She pressed a wad of Kleenex to her nose. It hurt. She had a feeling it might be broken. But if that were the worst of it, she'd be happy. "Is the other guy dead?" she asked, looking at a second set of paramedics, who were working on the gunman Spencer had shot.
"No. I hit him in the leg."
"Nice shooting."
"It was instinct. You did the hard part, Hallie. You were amazing. So fearless."
"I wasn't fearless; I was terrified. But I knew that it was going to be him or us, so I did what I had to do."
"Yes, you did. You're stronger than you think."
"Maybe I am," she murmured.
"You need to go to the hospital, Hallie. Your nose could be broken, and your forehead is swelling up. You must be in pain."
"I'm not feeling anything right now."
"You will." Spencer called one of the cops over and told him she needed transportation to the hospital. She would have argued, because an emergency room was the last place she wanted to go, but she was feeling a little dizzy, and it probably wouldn't hurt to get checked out.
Before she left, she gave Spencer one last look. "You told me earlier that your brother was the good one. You're not so bad yourself."
"Right back at you," he said with a smile.
"Goodbye, Spencer."
"Not goodbye. I'll see you later. I still owe you that drink."
* * *
"Max," Emma screamed, as the paramedics exited the bank with Max strapped on to a stretcher.
She'd been holding her breath since the shots had gone off and the police had swarmed the bank. Her father and Sean had had to hold her back from rushing the scene. Now she broke free of their grip and sprinted across the street. She met up with Max at the door to the ambulance. His shirt was
He swore and dropped his weapon. It skidded across the floor. As he made a move to retrieve it, she kicked in the groin. He doubled over in pain.
Spencer leapt up and grabbed the gun off the floor. He was ready when the second man raced towards them, and he wasted no time pulling the trigger.
A split second later, a blast echoed through the bank.
Hallie saw the second gunman falter, but she didn't have time to see what happened next as the hooded man punched her in the nose. She fell backwards, clipping the side of a desk with her head as she fell toward the ground. She put up her hands to defend herself from the next attack, but it didn't come.
Spencer pulled the man off of her and hit him once, twice, a third time. The man retaliated, landing a blow on Spencer's jaw. They pummeled each other with desperate fury, a fight to the death.
Hallie tried to get up. She needed to help, but she was having trouble standing up. Stars were still exploding in front of her eyes. She forced herself to focus. She couldn't get to her feet, but she could crawl. She might not be able to help Spencer, but she could help Max. She got back to his side and put her hands on his bleeding wound.
And then the front door of the bank blasted open, the glass shattering into a million pieces, as the SWAT team rushed into the building. From there it was a flurry of action, the cops pulling Spencer and the gunman apart, the other hostages crying out with relief that it was finally over.
The paramedics rushed to her side, and she lifted her bloody hands off of Max as they went to work on him. Spencer came over as they hooked Max up to an IV and put him on a gurney.
"Where are you taking him?" Spencer asked.
"St. Mary's."
As the paramedics took Max out of the bank, Spencer turned to her. "We did it."
"Yeah," she said, wiping her hands on her jeans.
"Your nose is bleeding, Hallie."
"Is it?" She had so much blood on her hands and clothes, she didn't know where it was coming from. Spencer grabbed some tissue off a nearby desk and handed it to her. She pressed a wad of Kleenex to her nose. It hurt. She had a feeling it might be broken. But if that were the worst of it, she'd be happy. "Is the other guy dead?" she asked, looking at a second set of paramedics, who were working on the gunman Spencer had shot.
"No. I hit him in the leg."
"Nice shooting."
"It was instinct. You did the hard part, Hallie. You were amazing. So fearless."
"I wasn't fearless; I was terrified. But I knew that it was going to be him or us, so I did what I had to do."
"Yes, you did. You're stronger than you think."
"Maybe I am," she murmured.
"You need to go to the hospital, Hallie. Your nose could be broken, and your forehead is swelling up. You must be in pain."
"I'm not feeling anything right now."
"You will." Spencer called one of the cops over and told him she needed transportation to the hospital. She would have argued, because an emergency room was the last place she wanted to go, but she was feeling a little dizzy, and it probably wouldn't hurt to get checked out.
Before she left, she gave Spencer one last look. "You told me earlier that your brother was the good one. You're not so bad yourself."
"Right back at you," he said with a smile.
"Goodbye, Spencer."
"Not goodbye. I'll see you later. I still owe you that drink."
* * *
"Max," Emma screamed, as the paramedics exited the bank with Max strapped on to a stretcher.
She'd been holding her breath since the shots had gone off and the police had swarmed the bank. Her father and Sean had had to hold her back from rushing the scene. Now she broke free of their grip and sprinted across the street. She met up with Max at the door to the ambulance. His shirt was
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