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“Holt?”

“North side.”

“Will?”

“Ready.”

I look at Moreno.

“Stay here until I call.”

Will and I move through a narrow opening beside the access panel.

It leads to an old maintenance room.

A closed door separates us from the baggage area.

I hear a man walking beyond it.

His boots stop.

The handle turns.

Will moves to one side.

I take the other.

The door opens.

A man steps into the room.

Will catches his weapon before he can raise it.

I drive him into the wall.

His head hits the brick.

He drops.

I lower him to the floor and secure his hands.

“South gunman down,” I whisper.

“Four minutes,” Taylor says.

A suppressed shot sounds above us.

Then Kane’s voice.

“North gunman down.”

“Room status?”

“Holt has visual on Sally. No other movement.”

I open the maintenance-room door.

The baggage room stretches in front of me.