Ignoring the ropes cutting into her wrists, Rito lurched forward to catch the flash drive Abhijat threw at her. Her arms and legs tied, she crawled over to Milli with some difficulty and undid the shackles around her limbs. Once freed, Milli used the sharp edges of the manacles to hack through the ropes around Rito’s hands and feet within minutes.
Rito turned to see her brother insert himself between Maganti and Jehan, trying to pry the president’s fingers off Fasih’s neck.
The latter was gasping for air, his face white.
The guards at the door had raised their guns and taken aim at Abhijat. As the trio grappled with each other near the back, either Maganti or Jehan kept getting in the way, preventing them from getting a clean shot.
With the men distracted, Rito inched towards the still-open briefcase, her heart in her mouth.
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Milli screamed, drawing the guards’ attention momentarily away from the others.
Rito grinned, vowing to kiss her as soon as this was over. She reached out and grabbed the first syringe she could get her hands on. Holding it like a weapon, the needle held outwards like the blade of a knife, she grabbed the briefcase with her other hand and launched herself at the guards.
Before they could drag their attention away from the fighting men and the girl bawling at the top of her lungs, Rito had stabbed one of them with the syringe, pushing the plunger as far in as it would go.
Even before the first man had gone down, she swung the briefcase at the other’s head. The metal connected with the man’s skull with a resounding thud, and he staggered backwards, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Abhijat!” she called, grabbing one of their guns and holding it up triumphantly.
Abhijat turned, and in the same moment, Maganti shouted something in Maralanese.
The guard whom Rito had injected with God only knew what drug, lurched into a sitting position, grabbed his gun with shaking hands and threw it at the president.
Catching the weapon with one hand, Maganti whirled around and pushed Abhijat into the wall with the other, the muzzle of the gun pressed to his head.