The air horn sounded and the two women went at it with gusto. They had five minutes, maybe, left to live. They landed blow after blow, arm bar after arm bar. Each of them went down twice, but for both it looked far worse than it felt. To their audience, they looked near death. In reality, they had a lot of gas left.
Pine tried hard not to look, but her attention would flick to Spector every now and then. The woman looked inscrutable every time Pine glanced her way.
“You’re both still standing,” called out Buckley. “That will not do, ladies.”
“A minute to go,” cried out Spector.
When Pine glanced at Spector, she had positioned herself so that her back was to the crowd. The woman formed a one and a zero with her fingers and then closed her eyes for one second.
Pine instantly got what she was communicating. In a clinch with Mercy she whispered instructions to her.
“Thirty seconds to go,” Spector called out a bit later.
On cue, Mercy kicked Pine so hard that she flew across the ring and slammed into the fence opposite Spector. Pine was dazed and slow to get up. Mercy pounced on her sister and started pounding away, as the men cheered and raced over there to get closer to witness the kill.
As all eyes were on the sisters, Spector reached inside the knapsack.
“Ten seconds to go,” cried Spector.
Pine and Mercy closed their eyes, so they couldn’t see the gun in Spector’s right hand and the other objects in her left.
She fired twice between the chain links. Both shots hit their targets, and the man holding the blade next to Blum fell down dead.
With her other hand Spector had already launched twin flash bangs. They sailed over the fence and hit within a foot of where Buckley and his men were clustered together.
The devices detonated and the space was engulfed with smoke and a brilliantly lit, decibel-shattering explosion. Buckley and his men instantly collapsed to the ground.
Pine and Mercy, with the earplugs in and their eyes closed and averted, were able to rise quickly, and sprinted after Spector to the door. She kicked it open and shot through the smoke toward where Blum had slumped to the floor.
One of the men on the ground groaned and reached feebly out. Spector flattened him with a kick and Pine made sure he stayed down with another blow to the back of the head.
Spector struggled to lift Blum. Mercy pushed past her, bent down, and lifted Blum over her shoulder.
“Let’s go,” she barked.
CHAPTER
72
SPECTOR SPRINTED TO THE DOOR with Mercy right behind. The women had removed their ear plugs. Pine brought up the rear. When a figure loomed up in front of her, she kicked him in the head. As he started to topple, she slammed her fist into his back, causing him to scream and pitch forward.
They met an armed guard as they rounded a corner.
“What the hell is going on?” he shouted.
In answer, Spector shot him in the head.
Pine stopped and grabbed the man’s AK and pistol, and she thrust the latter into her shorts.
“The SUV’s right over here, come on,” urged Spector.
They could hear cries from inside the building from where they had just fled, as well as feet running their way from other parts of the compound.
They reached the black Escalade, and Mercy and Pine loaded Blum in. Spector jumped into the driver’s seat and fired up the engine. Mercy climbed in next to Blum. Pine was about to get into the front passenger seat when a man came out and fired at them. The slug shattered the side window and passed right behind Spector’s head.
“Get in,” she cried out.