Chapter 35
A third chair sailed over Devon’s head—this one far too close for comfort.

“JESUS!”

Without thinking, Devon pushed Ali through the conference room doors just as a chair flew over his head. Ali landed flat on his face, his hands shooting up to the back of his head.

They had made it out.

Just in time, too. Down the hall, a contingent of conference security armed with plastic shields and black truncheons hustled down the corridor toward the conference room. Some of the truncheons were tipped with what looked like a microphone’s head.

Devon’s stomach crunched. A sonic stunner.

“Cover your ears, man!”

Ali’s fingers laced firmly around the back of his head and did not budge.

Damn it!

Closing one of his ears with his shoulder, Devon blocked Ali’s exposed ears with his hands.

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

A choir of yelping coursed from the conference room. Even outside, the stunner ripped through Devon’s unexposed ear. Pain coursed through his jaw as though someone
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