Gayle Wilson Men Of Mystery 01 The Brides Protector

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.Her legs kept refusing to obey the commands of her brain.She staggereddrunkenly across the tarmac, the crowd wavering in and out of hervision.They looked distorted, their mouths opening and closing likebeached fish, but she ran toward them, fighting to stay upright.Fighting to stay alive.Fighting to stay on her own two feet.She didn't make it.Her right leg folded under her suddenly, and unableto regain her equilibrium, she pitched forward to the ground.She got her hands out to break her fall, but she was down.And despitehow much she wanted to live, she knew she wasn't going to be able to getup again.Not in time to keep them from reaching her.ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmlShe was still looking toward the crowd, and from where she lay on theground, she stretched one imploring arm out to them.Appealing forsomeone to help her.Surely someone would see what was happening.Surely now they knew what Amir was doing.Instead they began to run away from her, scattering in a panickedflurry, like doves in the middle of a hunt.Running from something.She turned her head to see what was happening behind her.Both Amir andthe doctor had been coming toward her, just as she had known they would.But for some reason their forward motion had checked.Amir shoutedsomething, and the doctor started forward again.As he did, a spray offragments kicked up from the tarmac in front of his feet.He hadstopped again, jumping backward, before Tyler heard the crack of therifle.Rifle, she thought, her dazed brain beginning to understand why everyonewas running.Rifle, she thought again, turning her head, eyes searchingthe roofs of the terminal and the towers.Someone was shooting at Amirand his men.Someone.another job, Hawk thought, the crosshairs of hissight holding a second on the doctor before they lifted to Amir.Al-Ahmad's handsome face was suffused with color.He was clearlyfurious.Hawk watched as he gestured to someone behind him."The one on the steps of the plane," Jordan warned."He's got a weapon."Obediently Hawk lifted the scope, finding the figure in the doorway ofthe plane.He was pointing a Uzi toward the woman on the ground,hesitating to fire only because Amir and the doctor were in his way.And as soon as they realized that.Hawk knew, the man at the top of thestairs would spray the runway.That man was shouting something now.Through the scope, Hawk watchedhis mouth moving, opening and closing on the words.Telling the othersto get out of the way? Surely Amir wouldn't be stupid enough to orderthem to kill Tyler in front of all these people.But maybe he thought he could get away with that.After all, he hadgotten away with killing his own father.All he had to do was shoot herand get on that plane and fly away.He could worry about a story toexplain it all later.Tie her to the plot somehow.Only this time,Hawk thought.The man he was watching brought the gun into firingposition, and in response Hawk squeezed the trigger.Same slow squeezeas always.He was surprised that his hand wasn't trembling.It hadtrembled that day in the parking garage, but now it was as steady as ithad always been.Another job.Another target.Danger passed.Threat resolved.Livessaved.Or in this case, Hawk thought, life saved.One solitary life.That of the woman he loved.He watched as the man he had shot tumbled off the metal platform thathad been rolled up to the door of the plane.Hawk took his eye off thescope and looked down on the scene unfolding below, the characters inABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmlthe drama slightly distorted by the heat waves shimmering up from thetarmac.The Uzi bounced down the steps as the robed figure rolled bonelesslybehind it.Hawk's gaze moved back to Tyler, struggling to get up.Someone will come to help her, he thought.Someone out of that crowdwill realize what's wrong.He had, simply by watching her walk besideAmir from the limousine to the foot of the steps.They had drugged her to make her carry out this farce.A performancefor the press.For whoever Amir believed might still care about hisrole in his father's death.He apparently hadn't realized that no onecared.Just as no one cared enough to come to the aid of the woman whohad finally managed to push herself up to her hands and knees.There was movement to Tyler's left, and Hawk pulled his eyes away fromher figure.He couldn't think about her as a person.Not about whatshe was feeling.Not about going down to her.His job was here.The important job.At least for now.What he had seen peripherally was Amir, bending to pick up the Uzi thathad fallen almost at his feet.He had stooped, lifting the weapon andthen turning toward the barriers that had been created to keep the mediaat a distance.Hawk put his eye again on the scope, lining up his target in thecrosshairs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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