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I shrugged out of the jacket. I bought it the year the Vikings took their eighteenth division title. I’ll buy a new one if they ever win the Super Bowl. Or when pigs sprout wings and learn to fly, whichever comes first. I folded it and set it down, unclipped my shoulder rig, set that down. If I was going to ruin my clothes, then at least nothing I was currently wearing had sentimental value.
    I leaned on the desk. “Let’s agree on a couple of things first, okay?”
    “Sure,” he said with a grin.
    “When I’m done handing these clowns their asses, then you and I dance a round or two.”
    “That would be fun,” he said, “but I doubt I’ll have the pleasure.”
    “Second, if I walk out of here on my own steam, then it’s with the understanding that you will leave the lady alone.”
    “If you walk out of here? Sure. But, tell me something,” he said, and he looked genuinely interested, “why do you care? What is she to you?”
    “Maybe I’m the possessive type, too. Maybe now that she’s asked for my help, it’s like she’s part of the family. So to speak.”
    “Part of the family? You fucking kidding me here?”
    “Nope.”
    “You Italian? This some kind of dago thing?”
    “I said it’s like she’s part of the family. My family,” I said, “and I protect what’s mine.”
    “That’s it? It’s just a macho thing with you?”
    “No, it’s more than that,” I admitted. I gestured to the torture and pain motif in which his office was decorated. “But, seriously, I doubt you would understand.”
    “Mmm, probably not. I’m not into sentimentality and that bullshit. Not anymore.”
    “What happened? What changed you?”
    His smiled faded to a remote coldness. “I learned that there was something better. Better than family, better than blood ties. Better than any of this ordinary shit.”
    “You found religion?” I said.
    “It’s a ‘higher order’ sort of thing that I really don’t want to explain and I doubt you’d understand.”
    “I might surprise you.”
    “I don’t think that’s possible. But we might surprise you. In fact I can pretty fucking well guarantee it.”
    “Rock and roll,” I said.
    I straightened and turned toward the four goons. They took up positions like compass points. The office was big, but not big enough to give me room to maneuver. They were going to fall on me like a wall, and they knew it. The guy with the gun even snugged it back into his shoulder rig. They were that confident, and they were smiling like kids at a carnival.
    “You shouldn’t have bothered Mr. Skye,” said the guy in front of me. He was the gun who’d holstered his gun. He stood on the East point of the compass. “You should have—”
    I kicked him in the nuts. I really didn’t need to hear the speech.
    I’m not that big but I can kick like a Rockette. I felt bones break and he screamed like a nine year old girl. Dumbass should have kept his gun out.
    I stepped backward off of him and put an elbow into West’s face. It had all of my mass in motion behind it. That time I heard bones break and he went down so fast that I wondered if I’d snapped his neck.
    That left South and North. South spent a half second too long looking shocked, so I jumped at him with a leaping knee—the only Muay Thai kick I know—and drove him all the way to the wall. By the time North closed in I’d grabbed South by the ears and slammed him skull-first into a replica of a torture rack. Blood splattered in a Jackson Pollack pattern.
    I pivoted and rushed to intercept North who was barreling at me with a lot of furious speed; so I veered left and clothes-lined him with my stiff right forearm. He did a pretty impressive back flip and landed face down on the black-painted hardwood floor.
    If this was an action movie everything would switch to slow motion as the four thugs toppled to the ground and I turned slowly looking badass, to face the now startled and unprotected villain.
    The real world is a lot