One terrifying thought suddenly hits me.
Clay’s here.
God help everyone if I’m right.
12
Clay
Gunfire erupts the second we reach the warehouse district.
Tracer rounds tear across the street ahead while smoke pours between shattered buildings near the river.
The entire eastern side of the city looks like it’s collapsing into chaos.
Exactly the kind of nightmare battlefield that gets people killed fast.
Lucas jerks the wheel hard as bullets slam into the burned-out car beside us.
“Contact left!”
Miles fires first from the rear vehicle.
Suppressed rounds punch through a second-story window where muzzle flashes burst through broken glass.
I barely hear any of it.
Because my eyes lock onto the warehouse at the end of the street.
Large.
Concrete.
Half the loading doors blown open.
And people are running out.
Civilians.
Women.
Children.
Terrified.
My pulse slams hard.
“She’s in there.”
Russ grabs my shoulder before I can move.
“Clay.”
I look at him sharply.
“We do this smart.”
Another explosion rocks the street hard enough to shake debris loose from nearby buildings.
