No Way Out (The Karen Vail Series) by Jacobson Alan

Author:Jacobson, Alan [Jacobson, Alan]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2014-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

If his assailant exited, DeSantos would follow him and finish the job, assuming the man managed to escape the guards. He would give him five minutes; more than that, and either he had been taken into custody—which DeSantos could not fathom happening to a professional assassin with his demonstrated skill-set—or he had gotten out of the building via a doorway DeSantos was not aware of, or he had found a safe place to hide. Either way, DeSantos did not have time to wait.

But a minute later, the Chechen left the building. He could turn right to Portugal Street or go down the ramp, straight ahead, toward DeSantos. Regardless of which way he chose, DeSantos had formulated a plan of engagement.

When the man decided on the ramp, DeSantos headed down Saint Clement’s to a recessed cement staircase with a small wrought iron fence. It was hardly the perfect hiding place, but it would have to suffice. Worst case scenario, the man would see him and they would have to fight for control.

Seconds later, with DeSantos coiled and hidden, the man strolled past, more concerned about being spotted by police than suspecting that his target was poised to turn the tables on him.

As he passed, DeSantos lunged forward and cracked the man across the back of his neck with the knife edge of his hand.

His legs buckled but he regained his balance and started to turn. DeSantos was ready with a blitz-quick attack, grabbing his wrist and breaking it with a sharp downward twist. In nearly the same motion, he spun the killer around and delivered a blow to the man’s nose with the palm of his hand.

The impact drove the stunned mercenary into the brick building—but he did not go down. DeSantos finished him off by driving his thumb web into his Adam’s apple. The man’s eyes opened wide as the air left his lungs and he dropped to his knees, unable to breathe.

To leave no doubt, DeSantos drove his shoe repeatedly into the man’s skull until he stopped moving.

Sirens wailed. Whistles blew. And several Metro bobbies approached on the run.

A larger problem, however, was that the cops were backed up by CO19, the elite firearms unit of the Metropolitan Police—the British equivalent of SWAT—which was coming at him from the opposite direction.

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