The crossfire of bullets ripped into the back of his head, and he jolted suddenly upright, then dropped to his knees, a look of stunned dismay on his face- as though he had done everything right, and still lost.
Then his face smacked down hard against the floor, right next to the place where Herbert Franklin lay with his head in his hands.
Bullets sizzled through the air.
Juliet yanked the President to his feet, firing with her free hand, dragging him toward the cover of the lab benches over by the dividing wall, when suddenly she saw a 7th Squadron commando rise up from the roof of the decompression...
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