QUOTE : she stepped back into a fighting posture, hands raised, jaw set. The man in the middle reached inside his loose-fitting jacket. They swept forward. Ten yards away. Behind them a form swung down from the metal overhang and crouched on the landing to break his fall, one hand pressed to the concrete. Soundless. * * * Evan couldn’t fire his ARES. Not with Joey in the background. But that was okay. He was eager to use his hands. Joey spotted him through the gap between the advancing men. They read her eyes, the change in her stance. They turned. Three men. One pistol drawn, two on the way. Evan moved on the gun first. A jujitsu double-hand parry to a figure-four arm bar, the pleasing snap-snap of wrist and elbow breaking, and— —Jack sways in the Black Hawk, hands cuffed behind him, wind blasting his hair when— —the pistol skittered free across the tracks, the guy on his knees, his