of concern on his impassive face, hands clasped in front and his legs planted firmly.
‘You’re huge.’ I cross the floor and through the metal detector that bleeps with a soft warning tone as red lights fixed to the side flash quickly.
‘Mike,’ the woman shouts from behind me, ‘don’t do this, please just come back.’
‘Move,’ I growl at the guard.
‘Mike, he can’t let you leave.’
‘Let me?’ I snap. ‘Mate, you’re letting me out or I’ll…’
‘Mike, stop and think,’ she pleads with the first real show of human emotion, ‘he has the swipe card and the access code. He will not let you out.’
He’s a big man with broad shoulders and heavy muscles. Strong legs by the looks of it but his waist looks quite slim which means he isn’t carrying extra weight which also means he’ll be able to move fast. His eyes harden as he realises I’m not backing down, his stance stiffens and his hands unclasp to hang ready at his sides. I maintain my stride for the last few feet, then right at the point he thinks he’s established my approach speed I charge with an explosion of speed. He’s ready for it, bracing for impact as his hands come up. I launch a flurry of blows which he deftly blocks but it distracts him from my bony knee driving into his bollocks. He lets out a gasp while I throat punch him then box his ears with a double slap. Pain in his gonads, ears ringing and a nasty burning sensation in his throat. He staggers to the side coughing and bent over. Legs wobbly like jelly. I reach over and rip the lanyard from his neck.
‘Punch the code in,’ I mutter while working out which way the card swipes through. ‘Punch the fucking code in,’ I snap when he doesn't move.
‘No,’ he gasps, ‘can’t.’
I’m on him quickly, grabbing his right arm which gets levered up behind his back. His shoulders are strong and big and the arm gives resistance so I grab his thumb and bend it against the joint while twisting his wrist to give a double whammy of intense pain. He gasps again and starts sinking down to alleviate the pressure. ‘Put the code in or I’ll break your arm.’
‘Mike!’ The woman strides across the floor. ‘Leave him alone right now.’
‘The code…’ the door buzzes and clicks open as the guard from the main door bursts through. He takes one look at me and comes in quick.
‘Cheers,’ I twist round and slam my body into the bloke I’m holding, he staggers into the path of the other one and buys me enough time to dart for the door before it swings shut. ‘Take care,’ I call out and head into the lobby. Which is where I come unstuck as the main door is armoured glass that needs the swipe card from the other guard and a fucking access code too. In the middle of the expanse I stop and let out a big sigh. Behind me the guards come through the door, one of them quiet the other wheezing from the pain radiating from his testicles.
‘Could you let me out please?’ I ask nicely with a swift decision that fighting two whopping great ex-soldiers might not be the best idea.
‘They can’t,’ the woman says from behind me. I remain facing the door weighing up my options. I can’t go through the glass. The door is too strong. I don’t know the codes and I’ll have to get the second swipe card. There is a phone on the reception desk that I could use to call the police but that will never happen. The last thing I want is to draw attention to myself from the authorities, especially after what I did at Huntington House and even more so given that they’ve spoken to Tessa who no doubt told them exactly what I did for the price of a bag of chips.
I’ve got no choice really, and I am very bloody curious to know what’s going. I just hate being manipulated like this. I don’t mind the beautiful smiling woman so much as at least that’s a pleasant manipulation, but locking me in?
Turning round I see the two guards are holding position a few metres away with a suitable