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violent bolt of light.
    Moments later a searing blast of heat tore through Blake’s arm. The air in his lungs instantly evaporated. Fingers going numb, his gun dropped from his hand. The odor of burnt material and sizzling blood assailed his nostrils.
    “Fuck!” he yelped, clamping his hand over the injured area. It felt like someone had stabbed him to the bone with a burning-hot branding iron.
    A second flare whizzed within an inch of his temple. His sunglasses went flying, hitting the ground in a heap of twisted metal and melted plastic. It was so close he felt its heat and saw its blazing kaleidoscope of color. Had the blast hit the mark, his skull would have exploded like a water balloon hitting concrete.
    Brain whirring frantically, Blake stared in pure shock at the advancing females. He struggled to make sense of the events as they were unfolding, but none of the pieces came together.
    Pulling in a gulp of much-needed oxygen, he felt his stomach do a backflip. Acid rose from his stomach, burning the back of his throat. What the hell’s happening?
    He definitely hadn’t been expecting to walk into a war zone when he’d rolled out of bed this morning. Everything around him had taken on a surreal quality, as if he’d somehow stepped from his own world into an entirely different dimension.
    An extremely hostile dimension.
    The women had ambushed and attacked, with no questions asked. Their only intent seemed to be to annihilate everything in sight.
    A fresh volley of blasts sailed past him. He wasn’t the only victim in plain sight. A man’s scream of agony hit his ears, turning into a long, low moan of the mortally wounded.
    Realization hit Blake. The old man! He started to head back toward the dock.
    Grabbing a handful of his jacket, Addison pulled him backward and swung him around. “Lucky’s gone!” she shouted, dragging him after her. “We need to leg it!” Her strength and speed were impressive.
    Blake had no choice but to shift his ass into high gear and go with her. He didn’t know what those women were armed with, but they clearly had the upper hand.

Chapter 5
    G wen was just about to lift her hand and knock on Tessa’s door when Addison and Agent Whittaker came zooming up.
    “Get in the house!” Addison warned, twisting the knob and flinging the door open. “We’ve got trouble!”
    “What the—” Gwen had no time to finish her sentence. Whittaker barreled in from behind, practically shoving her under the threshold. “Move it!” he shouted.
    Gwen stumbled into Addison, who tripped and hit the floor, skidding painfully on her hands and knees. This in turn scared the hell out of Tessa, who yelped and dropped the coffeepot in her hand. The pot shattered into a billion pieces. Shards of glass and boiling-hot coffee splattered everywhere.
    Splashed by the hot liquid, Addison squealed and scrambled to her feet. “Ow! That fucking hurt!” Glass crunched under her tennis shoes.
    Thoroughly pissed off, Tessa grabbed a roll of paper towels. “Quit clowning around, Addison!” she snapped.
    “She isn’t clowning.” Whittaker slammed the door shut, and locked it. “I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re being attacked.”
    Gwen’s jaw dropped. Tessa’s followed. “Attacked?” they chimed simultaneously.
    Alarmed by the commotion in his kitchen, Kenneth Randall hurried in. “I thought I heard glass breaking. What happened?”
    Gwen shrugged helplessly. One minute she’d been walking along. The next she’d been shoved into the middle of pandemonium. She had no clue about anything. For some reason Addison and Whittaker had all of a sudden turned into maniacs. “I don’t know.”
    Addison supplied the answer. “That thing you said you took care of in the Mediterranean—I don’t think you quite finished the job.”
    Recognizing the reference, Gwen felt the blood in her veins turn to ice. “Oh, my God,” she started to say. “They can’t be here.”
    Addison gave her a wild