Larison lunged at the guy behind him, got his body to the outside of the guy’s machine pistol, and grabbed the barrel. The gun kicked and vibrated and the barrel was instantly hot as it spit out rounds. Larison twisted, but the guy adjusted and hung on. And then the guy twitched and blood spurted out of his neck and he screamed. Larison heard the suppressed shot and smiled grimly. Livia. He looked up and saw her moving in, firing calmly and implacably, her Glock close to her chin in a two-handed grip. A warm and improbable thought flashed through his mind—And they call me the angel of
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