Wood shattered across the floor as the breach charge detonated hard enough to rattle my teeth.
“CONTACT LEFT!” Trigger roared from the loft.
Gunfire erupted instantly.
Shadow Division moved like violence had been wired into their bones.
Wolf dropped one of the attackers before the guy fully cleared the smoke. Rook fired twice through the breach without hesitation while two more operators rolled toward cover beside the stalls.
The Hollow Men hit fast.
Black tactical gear.
Suppressed rifles.
Night vision.
No yelling.
No panic.
Just death moving through smoke and rain.
One rushed through the broken doorway?—
and Hersh put him down center mass before the bastard even saw him.
I flinched hard at the deafening crack of the rifle beside me.
Hersh didn’t.
He didn’t even blink.
He shoved me lower behind the stall instantly.
“Stay down.”
Another attacker crashed through the side entrance.
Wolf met him head-on.
The fight turned brutal immediately.
No clean shots.
Just fists.
Knives.
Pure aggression.
The attacker slammed Wolf into a support beam hard enough to crack wood.
Wolf answered by driving a combat knife straight into the man’s throat.
Blood sprayed across the hay.
My stomach twisted violently.
