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The tempered glass shattered into thousands of cubes. I reached my left hand through the frame, seized the man by the rubber rim of his respirator, and hauled him halfway out of the broken window, driving the muzzle of the carbine directly against the bone behind his ear.
"Cut the engine!" I roared. "Cut it or I paint this ceiling with you!"
The man’s hands flew off the steering wheel. He hit the start-stop button with a trembling gloved palm. The engine died, leaving only the hiss of escaping steam and the distant, approaching thrum of twin turbine engines from the East River.
"Both hands outside the frame!" I commanded.
Miller was there a second later, dragging the man out through the broken glass, forcing him down into the running water of the gutter, and zip-tying his hands behind his back with heavy tactical restraints.
I turned away from the prisoner and lunged toward the rear door of the crushed Tahoe.
The rear door was jammed, the latch bent out of true by the hydraulic spreader. I wedged my fingers into the gap near the window frame, planting my combat boot against the rear fender, and hauled back with every ounce of strength in my body. The sheet metal groaned, the lock mechanism snapped with a sharp metallic crack, and the door swung open.
Maya threw herself out of the shadows, her small arms locking around my neck with such ferocious force that her forehead banged against my ceramic breastplate. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her entire body shaking like a dry leaf in a gale.
"I’ve got you, baby," I whispered, pulling her out into the cold rain, wrapping both arms around her, burying my face against the hood of her wet yellow coat. "I’ve got you. Daddy’s here. You’re safe."
"They... they broke the windows," she choked out through her tears, her fingers digging through the nylon of my vest. "They had guns, Daddy. They wanted to take me."
"Nobody is taking you," I said, my voice thick with emotion, holding her so tight I could feel her tiny ribs expanding against my chest. "Nobody is ever touching you again."
Inside the front seat, Ramos groaned, sitting up slowly and pressing the back of her sleeve against the blood dripping from her eyebrow. She looked back at me through the shattered partition, her face pale, but her eyes steady.
"She’s whole, Elias," Ramos whispered, giving me a weak, blood-streaked grin. "I kept her on the floor. She didn't take a scratch."
"Thank you, Sarah," I said, my voice tight. "I owe you everything."