Boris spun around from the doorway, reaching for his holster. But Kali was already moving. With the chair broken, she had enough slack to swing the heavy steel leg. She brought it down hard on Thorne’s ankle, hearing a satisfying snap, then used the momentum to roll behind the heavy steel table. Gmail Account Creator Github
Thorne looked at Boris, panic flickering in his eyes. "Check the perimeter! Now!" Install Playeranimator Version 099 Or Later Better Site
"I'm not leaving her," Boris grunted.
"You missed," Kali gasped, grabbing a heavy wrench from the floor. She wasn't out of the bind yet—not by a long shot—but as she heard Boris cursing and reloading, she knew the odds had just shifted. She wasn't a victim anymore. She was a cornered animal, and she had every intention of biting back.
"Walk," a gruff voice commanded. It was the bodyguard, a man whose suit jacket strained against his biceps.
"I'm waiting," Thorne said, checking his watch. "My associate here prefers violence to negotiation. I prefer efficiency. Give me the key, and you walk away. Refuse, and..."
The bodyguard, Boris, stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. He reached for the table of tools, picking up a heavy pair of bolt cutters.
"Am I?" Kali tightened her grip on the chair leg behind her. "There's only one way to find out. But if I'm telling the truth, and I'm still tied up when they get here... accessory to kidnapping looks bad on a quarterly report, Marcus."