![]() ![]() As the man reared to a sitting position, Jared brought his head forth in a crude but effective head-butt. He clapped both hands to his face, tasting blood and wondering dazedly when the bad guy had had time to throw a punch. Instead, the man flipped over quick as a snake and as Jared’s knees thudded to the ground on either side of Kara’s assailant, a walloping pain exploded in Jared’s nose. Jared pounced and in mid-air imagined himself landing on the bad guy’s back, forcing the air out of his lungs and reigning triumphant. It caught bad guy #3 just behind the knees, effectively tumbling him face-first to the damp ground. “Mistake!” he yelled, as he shoved the park bench over. The creep was going to bushwhack his Kara? resident and pissed-off would-be boyfriend. But the third one was flanking her, moving past Kara’s sight line and awfully close to Dr. ![]() Kara reached out, almost casually and at the same time she caught the guy’s wrist, she brought her knee crashing into his groin. The second one groped in his pocket and whipped out a pen…but it wasn’t a pen, it was a three-foot long antenna that whistled through the air like a blade. Jared winced as the evil accountant bent, whooshing for breath and cradling his side. Kara ducked under the blow and kicked the man high up on the ribs. Before he could figure out just when Kara had gone crazy and started attacking business executives, he noticed the one closest to her had his hand stiffened in a wicked looking chop. There were three, all average-looking men with ordinary builds, nice suits and expensive haircuts. They must have followed him and Kara right out the door into the park. They had been, he realized, the last customers to take seats in the restaurant. I-” He trailed off as Kara spun to deal with the accountants who had been following them. ![]() “What am I, your dog? You’re not the boss of me. ![]()
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