Archer rolls into a ball trying to protect himself. "Winnie, run," he forces out between his teeth.But it's too late. I fight against the man holding me, my fingers digging into his arms, but it does no good. He pulls back and with a closed fist hits me in the mouth. The punch is forceful enough I see stars for a moment and would fall to the ground if I wasn't held up by his bone-crushing grip."Great, you asshole. You let in someone else." The guy standing next Archer kicks him again and spits in his direction.My body is shaken roughly like a piece of paper. "She had a key!"I swallow, the faint taste of blood making me recoil. These two men are obviously here for Archer, but they aren't the same two as before. These are bigger, tougher and mean business. Fear is thick and clouds my ability to figure out the situation.When the tall skinny one stops kicking at Archer and pulls out a gun from his coat pocket, there's no hope at all it's a fake like Huxley used. The metal ca
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