The men guarding Burton were elite killers, handpicked by Rodney. These were real desperadoes with blood on their hands. With these guys around, Burton felt confident that Phoebe couldn't touch him.
When Burton gave the signal, his bodyguards started shooting immediately. They didn't give a damn who was coming at them. Even if Harold had sent his own crew, they'd gun them down without hesitation.
The group that had shown up didn't seem like much of a threat anyway. Alistair was the only one who looked like he could handle himself in a fight. That woman hiding behind him—Phoebe—looked like nothing more than some trophy wife who'd probably slept her way into power.
Even if they took her out, Harold wouldn't risk starting a war over some piece of arm candy.
The bodyguards kept firing, feeling invincible.
Gunshots and Burton's screams bounced off the lab walls.
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Phoebe's POV
