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Taz had just enough time to see the incoming blonde from the NTSB team before her hair was yanked back so sharply it felt as if her scalp was coming off.
Taz flicked her arm to drop her knife from her wrist holster into her palm.
The blonde grabbed her wrist before it had even released, then gave her an “Oh, come on!” sideways look.
“Hey, you can’t do that.” Max made a grab for the blonde, but stopped when she snapped open Taz’s Benchmade Phaeton and held it half an inch from Max’s nose. Slim, black-anodized steel, it was a vicious-looking blade. Which was kind of the point.
His eyes crossed trying to focus on it.
“Think again, bozo. Back the f**k off if you want to survive the next two seconds.”
Jeff came up behind her, not understanding how fast the blonde was—nobody out drew T
