I stared at the ceiling of our room at the inn and felt an annoying itch in the back of my brain. Something wasn't right. It had only been thirty minutes since Marshal left on his jog, but. I moved my focus to the door of our room. The itch worsened. Shit.. My instincts screamed that something needed to happen. That something--
My body tensed and I sat up at the sound of keys fumbling at the lock. Marshal hadn't given the signal. I vaulted out of bed, grabbing the handheld as I went. I dived around the door of the bathroom just as the door opened. I pressed myself against the wall to the left of the bathroom door as I accessed the emergency email option.
'Cover blown.'
Then I stuffed the handheld in the back part of the small linen closet. I released a slow breath as I waited, listening to the steps--three pairs, men--and readying myself for the fight. I heard whispers and then steps approaching the bathroom. I balled my hands into fists. A man dressed in black stepped into the doorway. I punched him hard in the face and kicked him against the sink counter, knocking the air out of his lungs. He collapsed onto the floor and I kicked him again, in the head. His body went limp.
I turned, fists and feet ready as the other two men came at me. I blocked and punched; dodged and retaliated with fists in the face and chest, kicking and forcing them back into the main room. But I had to let myself get taken. I couldn't find their location if I didn't. I couldn't get Marshal out.
I pressed my lips together and continued to fight, showing weaknesses that weren't there and allowing fists and feet to make contact--pain in the back of the head, and the world went black.