Strength ebbed from her wound, the floor slick with her blood. The guard was well trained and healthy, tanned body taut with muscle, but he wasn’t fighting for his life, didn’t have the rabid aggression of a trapped animal. Alice let panic and fear fill every inch of her, the last dregs of energy building into a rage that the man couldn’t defend against. A flurry of left-hand punches and then Alice had her legs around his throat. He was unconscious in moments.