Jake, you bastard, wake up," she said, shaking him. "I need you."
Mikael coughed in the seat next to them, rubbing his chest. "Is he OK?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Morgan turned to see Mikael's handsome face frowning with concern. Jake rolled his head suddenly and groaned, just as a hail of rocks announced the arrival of the men outside.
Morgan reached for her gun. Mikael put out his hand to stop her.
"There's no point," he said. "There's too many of them. You know that, but if we can give Kadmon the box, maybe he'll be satisfied with that."
