Page 77 of Turn the Tide
Chapter 6
Berlin, Germany
Sunday, March 6, 2:23 a.m. CET
Knox stormed into the flat, sidearm at the ready, taking in the scene.
Logan launched himself, naked, swinging a fist. Knox jumped out of the way, but a powerful blow caught his forearm.
“Go, Ash. Run!” Logan waved to her and charged forward.
Knox aimed the gun, not wanting to kill his friend, but if a flesh wound would end this madness, then so be it.
With predatory speed, Logan locked Knox in a front bear hug that brought his feet off the ground and prevented him from firing.
“I won’t leave you,” Ashley said, clutching the sheet wrapped around her.
How disgustingly touching.
Logan was supposed to find her and bring her in. Not fuck her and help her escape.
“Go,” Logan pleaded. “I found you once. I’ll find you again.”
Ashley scurried out of sight into the back of the apartment. Logan tightened his grip on Knox, the knuckles of his clasped hands digging into Knox’s spine.
“We’re on the same side.” Knox struggled to break free, his legs dangling like a rag doll’s.
“I’m on Ash’s side,” Logan growled. “It’s her call.”
What was Logan doing? Their now intermingled fate dangled on such a fragile thread.
Ashley darted out of the apartment, barefoot, still wrapped in the white sheet, holding a backpack. Little did they know, her desperate flight and Logan’s misguided efforts were in vain.
Knox slammed his skull into Logan’s face, smashing the bridge of his nose. The bone broke with a sickening crunch.
The bear hug loosened. Blood gushed, and Logan stumbled back, lifting a hand to his face. He stared at Knox with furious eyes.
“The Agency will get her and the thumb drive. One way or another,” Knox said, trying to reason with him. “This doesn’t end with me.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got to start somewhere.”
Playtime was over. A bullet in the shoulder would spare his friend’s life in the long run and save all of them time they didn’t have to waste. Knox raised the gun.
Logan leaned back on his left leg and kicked out with his right. Quick and precise. His foot collided with Knox’s hand.
The Glock skittered to the floor, rocketing into a corner. Logan pivoted, throwing another kick to Knox’s abdomen. The force of the blow sent him reeling into the wall.
Things were going to get a hell of a lot bloodier before this situation got better.
“Didn’t you say it was a bad idea for us to carry a gun?” Logan asked.
“Byus, I meantyou.”
Adrenaline sparked inside Knox. He whipped out his Applegate-Fairbairn and released the spring-loaded tactical blade. A gun wasn’t needed to end this fight. He was lethal with a knife. A serious stab wound could do as much damage as a bullet.
But rather than carve his friend to pieces, he’d only injure him, give him a reason to think this through rationally.
Logan bulldozed toward him.
