Then I drop beside them and fire back.
Two hostiles go down.
A third disappears behind cover.
“Stay down,” I snap.
Hannah grips my arm weakly. “You should go.”
“No.”
“You’ll lose all of us.”
“No,” I say again, harder this time. “We’re getting out.”
Her exhausted eyes search mine like she already knows I’m lying.
Because honestly?
Maybe I am.
I check my mag.
Almost empty.
Fantastic.
“Lucas,” I mutter into comms. “I need a distraction.”
A beat of silence.
Then—
“Copy.”
One second later an explosion rocks the far side of the building hard enough the corridor shakes beneath us.
Dust rains from the ceiling.
Hostiles start shouting.
Confused.
Perfect.
“That’s my cue.”
I haul Stephen upright again and drag Hannah with my other arm.
“Move!”
Adrenaline takes over.
Pain.
Exhaustion.
Doesn’t matter.
