Gabriel’s team fires back.
Militia fighters scatter through the smoke.
Russ grabs me hard.
“MOVE!”
Clay shoots the wounded Sentinel operative twice more before dragging me behind overturned concrete as bullets rip through the loading dock.
My ears ring instantly.
The little girl screams nearby. She’s been here all this time.
Lucas pulls civilians toward the office corridor while Miles throws smoke grenades toward the entrance.
The loading dock disappears into white haze almost immediately.
“North exit!” Russ shouts.
Gabriel grabs my arm suddenly through the smoke.
“Not that way!”
Clay reacts instantly.
His knife flashes against Gabriel’s throat before I even process the movement.
“Touch her again,” Clay says quietly, “and I’ll finish what they started.”
Gabriel doesn’t even blink.
“Sentinel already controls the north exit.”
That stops all of us cold.
Outside, armored vehicles roar closer.
Heavy boots pound pavement.
And through the smoke—
Red laser sights suddenly cut across the loading dock walls.
Multiple.
Snipers.
Oh God.
Gabriel’s expression hardens.
“They’re deploying containment.”
Russ swears under his breath.
“What the hell is containment?”
Gabriel looks directly at me when he answers.
