“Contact.”
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Clay
The gunfire starts before Mason finishes the word.
Glass explodes inward across the front of the church.
“DOWN!”
I grab Hannah instantly and slam us both behind the stone altar as bullets rip through ancient wood pews behind us.
Russ fires back immediately.
Lucas drops beside the front entrance, controlled bursts punching through shattered stained glass.
Outside—
engines roar.
Doors slam.
Too many.
Way too many.
Sentinel found us fast.
“Hannah!” Gabriel shouts from behind the overturned pew near the center aisle. “Stay down!”
Another round tears through the wall inches above his head.
Mason swears hard.
“They brought a damn kill team!”
Of course they did.
Wu doesn’t want the list back.
He wants everyone in this church dead.
Hannah trembles against me—not panic.
Memory overload.
Her breathing comes too fast now.
Too shallow.
I grip her jaw gently, forcing her eyes to mine.
“Hey.”
Nothing.
Another burst of gunfire hammers the church.
