One of the men—
Not aiming at me.
Not at the team.
At her.
And he’s not firing.
He’s watching.
Waiting.
For her to move.
For her to hesitate.
Sentinel’s move.
Right here.
Right now.
“Scout,” I say, sharp. “Look at me.”
Her eyes snap to mine instantly.
Connection.
Locked.
“Move,” I tell her.
No hesitation this time.
None.
She moves.
Fast.
Decisive.
The moment breaks.
I fire.
The man drops.
Gone.
We push out into the night.
Vehicles waiting.
Engines ready.
“Go!” Boone shouts.
