“No survivors.”
Ice floods my bloodstream.
The Sentinel operatives aren’t here to rescue me anymore.
They’re here to erase everything.
Everyone.
The realization crashes into the room all at once.
The civilians.
The militia.
Gabriel’s team.
Us.
Nobody leaves alive.
Clay’s grip tightens painfully around my hand.
“We’re getting out.”
The certainty in his voice punches straight through the fear trying to climb into my chest.
Because he means it.
Even now.
Even surrounded.
Clay Vincent fully believes he can drag me out of hell itself if necessary.
And somehow—
I believe him too.
Another sniper round tears through the smoke.
One of Gabriel’s operators drops instantly.
Headshot.
The loading dock erupts into more screaming and gunfire.
“We need hard cover now!” Lucas shouts.
Gabriel suddenly points toward the far end of the warehouse.
“Tunnel access.”
Russ looks sharply toward him.
“You know this place?”
“Yes.”
