The pip-sized Latina shifted into some kind of flow state that Clarissa couldn’t begin to follow but she knew would be the envy of any Special Ops grunt.
Taz Cortez shed her NTSB site investigation pack. By the time the hard hat clipped on the side hit the pavement, she’d bodychecked Jeremy, sending him stumbling backward over a firehose thick with water pressure. He landed heavily on his own huge site investigation pack. If Clarissa had wanted to shoot him, he now presented a much smaller target lying flat on the ground.
him,Using her deflected momentum and the distraction of the falling packs and Jeremy, Taz leapt behind Clarissa. She shook a fighting knife out of her wrist holster and into her palm.
The sharp snick as she flicked the blade release and locked it in place was in some w
