My ears throbbed harder, and I slapped a palm over the one aching the worst, but I couldn’t think. I couldn’t even see The Defender anymore, but I hoped more than anything he had managed to get away. He could, I knew he could. Lifting my gaze, I realized I was in the middle of what had to be… twenty… thirty men dressed in paramilitary-type outfits, holding guns all aimed at me.
