Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 88

He shifted the Luger to his left hand and tried to backhand me with his right hand. I snatched my right arm loose from the goon that was holding it and reached up and grabbed Hans' wrist. Before I could do anything, however, the other goon to my left brought his fist down onto the back of my neck and knocked me to the floor.

I was seriously dazed but not quite unconscious. But I played possum. I laid there as if I was out like the proverbial light.

At that moment the door opened and a young woman entered...