“You will obey—!” General Byron Sinclair never finished his sentence. Liam Coleman exploded into motion. The General’s brain barely registered that the prisoner’s hands were no longer bound. The pistol was struck from his startled grip. Before his bodyguards could react, Liam pounced upon him. A glint of something small and pointed streaked toward his face. A blur of sharpened steel.
There we go. Cocky sucker. Thought he was something.
