This was personal.
Deeply personal.
Because fifteen years ago?—
he found those girls.
And he never forgave himself for being too late.
This man needs to die.
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TRIGGER
Hersh moved before anyone could stop him.
One second he stood beside Flick?—
the next he was storming toward the shattered barn entrance like death itself.
“Hersh!” Flick cried.
Too late.
Gunfire exploded instantly.
The Hollow Men opened up from outside the barn.
But Hersh was already moving through it.
Fast.
Precise.
Terrifying.
He fired twice into the storm.
Two bodies dropped near the fence line.
Another mercenary swung around the side of the barn?—
Hersh caught him with a brutal elbow to the throat before snapping the man’s rifle away and putting a bullet straight through his chest.
Pure rage.
Years of it.
Shepherd had finally unleashed the wrong monster.
“MOVE!” Rook barked.
Shadow Division surged forward immediately.
Wolf and Trigger poured fire through the breach while operators pushed out both sides of the barn under cover of darkness and rain.
The Hollow Men scattered into tactical positions instantly.
