“Fuck,” he roared.
But the bite did the trick.He dropped her, and she ran, scrambling up the stairs, back to Mace.Why hadn’t she grabbed a weapon?A gun would have been great right about now.She heard the terrorist on the steps behind her and turned, kicking out.The blow glanced off him, but that didn’t stop her.She kicked again and caught him in the stomach this time.He let out a groan, lost his balance, and tumbled back down the stairs.
Kung fu.Karate.Krav Maga.She’d sign up for all of it—if she lived.
A hand grabbed her ankle.She fell, and then she was being pulled down the stairs, bumping over them.Pain shot through her head as it struck the edge of a step.
“What the hell are you doing?”someone shouted.
The grip on her ankle released, and Keiko groaned.Her body felt like it had been through a rock tumbler—with several large stones.Fighting to sit up, she watched as another man pushed her attacker away from her.
“We need her in one piece,” the new man shouted.“Are you trying to kill her?”
“The bitch took a chunk out of my arm.”
The new man shook his head in disgust and walked over to crouch beside Keiko.“Are you okay?”
Was he serious?“No.”
He let out a sigh.“I apologize for my fellow Freedom fighter, but you’re needed on the terrace.”
“Well, I’ll hurry on up there, then.”She winced when she moved and wondered if her back was covered in one continuous bruise.
His smile turned cold.“Yes, I’m afraid you’ll have to.You have a date with a camera, you see.You like being in front of the camera, don’t you, Ms.Sato?You enjoy the attention.Seems the least we can do is provide that for you.”