Marka gets cornered in the bathroom by Liz. She gets away, but Liz, an armed goon and Phil, surround her in the corridor. After a short fight, Marka manages to get Liz in a leg lock around her throat.
“Drop the guns, or the bitch gets it,” Marka yelled.
Liz fought like a hellcat, scrabbling at her pocket. Marka suspected she had another syringe in there. It would be the end of her if she let herself be knocked out. Rising onto her shoulders, she increased the pressure on the other woman’s neck.
“Drop it, Phil. I’ll kill her, I swear!”
She could see the officer shiver, shaking his head as if to clear it.
“Come on, Phil. You know me. It’s Marka. Liz has drugged you! Help me, Phil! Help!”
Liz’s hand was nearly in her pocket. Her face was purple, but she continued to struggle. Marka squeezed her thighs…
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