​     "Bye," Trevor said.

​     He disappeared.

     Someone's going to have to show me how to do that, Niki thought.

​     They were surrounded by a dozen guards, employees of The Fours Inc.. None of them really knew what to do when the warships came crashing through the ceiling, so Niki and Trevor just went ahead and took the initiative. Niki elbowed the guard to her left in the face, then snatched the rifle out of his hands. The guard to her right went to put a few extra holes in Niki's head, but Trevor smacked him in the face hard! first. He busted the guy's nose. As blood splattered his uniform, Trevor snatched the guard's rifle, then fired a bullet into the guy's ribcage.

     Niki played decoy. She used the adrenaline rush of fear and excitement she felt to dart around like a newly caged bird. Attack. Attack. Retreat. Attack. Up. Down. On her toes when she moved, on her heels when she needed to be firmly planted as she fired off a shot, dropping low, kicking high, shooting here, striking there with a side of the fist to the face. If a guard got anywhere near gaining the offensive with her, Trevor would take them out with a rifle shot or a death blow to the neck.

​     One very beefy looking soldier ran into the auditorium wielding a submachine gun.

​     Just what the doctor ordered, Niki thought. These single action rifles are just too damned slow.

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