A figure crashed through the glass, a blur of motion, of fury, of impossible timing. Carl landed on the floor in a roll, coming up with a weapon that had materialized from nowhere.The men froze."DROP HIM," Carl roared.They didn't.The first man lunged at Carl, swinging a knife. Carl sidestepped, caught his arm, and twisted it behind his back with a sickening crack. The knife clattered to the floor. The man screamed.The second man reached for his weapon.Carl was faster unfortunately for himHe closed the distance in two strides, drove his fist into the man's jaw, and sent him crashing against the wall. The man slid down, unconscious.The third man, the one who had spoken to Emily, dropped Nicole and turned to flee.Carl grabbed him by the collar, spun him around, and slammed him against the floor."WHO SENT YOU?" Carl's voice was a snarl. "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?"The man laughed, a wet, bloodied sound. "You think I'd tell you? You think I'm stupid enough to…"Carl's fist connected w
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