Part 37
I grabbed a heavy piece of rusted iron pipe from the floor, swinging it with all my might into the guard's back.
The man groaned, his grip loosening just enough for Derek to wrench the gun out of his hand.
Derek brought the butt of the weapon down hard, knocking the man unconscious against the cold floor.
"Come on!" Derek gasped, grabbing the flashlight from the ground and pulling me toward the end of the tunnel.
We burst through a heavy exit door, stumbling out into the cool, damp air of the alleyway behind the docks.
The ocean was just fifty yards away, the dark waves crashing violently against the stone pier in the midnight wind.
But our car was on the other side of the building, completely cut off by Julian's men.
"This way!" Derek shouted, heading toward a small, rusted motorboat tied to the edge of the wooden pier.
It was an old maintenance boat, covered in a tarp, looking like it hadn't been used in years.
Behind us, the metal exit door flew open, and Julian stepped into the alley, flanked by two armed men.
"Sarah, stop!" Julian bellowed over the sound of the waves. "You have no idea what you're dealing with!"
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"I know exactly what you are, Julian!" I screamed back, stepping onto the wooden planks of the pier.
Derek jumped into the boat, tearing the tarp away and frantically inspecting the old engine control panel.
