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Quest-Chapter Thirteen

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Screams echoed across the ballroom as the first shots rang out. Nine of the fifteen Secret Service officers died in the first volley of shots. Three more had seen their assailants draw weapons and called out a warning. Two tackled League Vice President Blackwell and President Augustine to the floor.

As the guests dove for cover, eight people did not.

Clay shoved Becca to the floor and drew his pistol, shooting one of the gunmen in the chest from several feet away. As that man fell, Lt. Commander Viki Baxter scooped up the man's fallen weapon and turned it on another waiter armed with a gun. Felling him instantly.

Sara and Jeff stood back to back and began picking off the gunmen who now realized that there were wolves among the sheep. Having thought that they were safe after taking care of the guard dogs.

Allan and Zoë were next to ad their bullets to the fray. They both dropped a gunman apiece before having to take cover themselves. A wounded secret service agent slid General Reed his gun before passing out. Taking it, the General quickly put a bullet between the eyes of one of the waiters turned terrorist.

Commander Olsen simply punched a terrorist who was busy trying to shoot one of the remaining Secret Service agents. Stunned by the punch, the man dropped his gun. Disarmed, Cordell simply scooped up the weapon and shot the previous owner in the chest.

Down to less than half their original number, one of the terrorists began calling into a small com unit.

“Dad! He's calling for backup!” Sara yelled as the engineer dropped another of the gunmen before having to duck for cover.

The men, Sara noted were all Asian and seemed to be speaking Mandarin. She smiled to herself slightly. Realizing that the bad guys probably thought that no one in the room would be fluent in the language.

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