Free Counter-Strike (A Mitch Kearns Combat Tracker Novel Book 2) by JT Sawyer

comforting.”
    The man hastily withdrew, closing the
narrow double-doors behind him. Mitch sensed Jessica trying to pivot to lessen
the pressure on the blade so she could strike at him. He slammed her head into
the wall and repositioned the knife near her carotid.
    “We’re overdue on a chat about Bob
Schueller and since I’m pressed for time and have no compunction about spilling
blood in a chapel, you better begin talking before I start slicing.”
    Her lip was bleeding and she began crying.
“Please, mister, why are you doing this? Just take my purse and leave me
alone.” He told her to move her hands up high on the wall and stand still.
    Mitch twisted the tip into her neck,
causing a rivulet of blood to run down her collarbone. She winced and then
stopped sobbing, her voice deepening. “You fuck, you’ll pay for that.”
    “That’s a damn pretty face to carve up.”
    “Schueller’s yesterday’s news. What you
really want to know is what I obtained from a frumpy old fuck like him,” she
said with a crooked smile while letting out a laugh.
    He felt his phone vibrating and knew that
Dev was probably trying to contact him. “I’d like to know both, actually.” He
struck Yin on the back of the head with the steel pommel of his knife. As she
slid to the floor, the chapel doors opened and in walked Yin’s bodyguard Edward,
his face red with rage as he rushed towards Mitch.
    Yin used the distraction to shift away
from Mitch, delivering a leg sweep against his calf. Mitch lost his balance and
fell backwards but used the momentum to ball up and roll to the side away from
Yin’s next kick. He sprang up with his blade just in time to sidestep the
massive brawler whose hands were nearly upon his neck. Mitch sliced the man
across the right quadricep which caused his leg to buckle. The surly brute grunted
and grabbed his leaking appendage. Yin started to bolt for the door but Mitch seized
her coat and yanked her back.
    While Mitch tried to halt Yin’s escape
without mortally wounding her, she spun with a vicious scream while delivering
a right hook at Mitch’s face. He bobbed enough to miss the full blow but her
knuckles grazed his cheek then slid off his ear. He parried the next punch and
sent the toes of his boot into the side of her knee. Mitch began a downward
slash with his blade, aiming at her deltoid but felt a sharp blow in his back
as the injured man managed a weak punch to his kidneys.
    Dev rushed inside, quickly closing the
door and running towards the hulking figure who was swinging at Mitch. Dev
drove her boot into his chest, slamming him into some pews which folded under
his weight like bowling pins. Edward came up with a large folding knife, the
steel glinting in the fluorescent lighting. Dev dodged his feeble thrust, doing
a disarm by grabbing the hand and violently turning the wrist back on itself.
She heard the popping of ligaments as the knife fell to the floor. She had
removed her own fixed blade from its appendix sheath and drove the pommel into
the man’s temple twice until he slumped to the floor.
    While Mitch regained his hold on Yin, she
deftly removed a wooden spike from her bun and drove it into Mitch’s forearm.
His leather jacket lessened the impact but he still felt the slight sting of
the tip pierce his skin. The surprise move was enough to cause his grip to
loosen on Yin’s jacket and she slid back, limp-trotting for the door, gliding into
the crowd. Mitch glanced back at Dev and the unconscious figure on the ground
then yanked open the handle and headed into the throng of people.
    He could see the unsteady gait of Yin
ahead as she tried to weave amongst the crowd. She looked back at him then
increased her stride, heading towards the escalators that led to a tram.
Several police officers were making their way to the left, heading towards the
chapel. He hoped that Dev had fled by now and he stopped by a magazine stand, lowering
his ball cap slightly as the officers rushed past.
    When