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Three men were running from the dock in our direction.

“Run!”

Calista took off. I followed. We made it to an office trailer as shots started flying.

I had a fifteen-round magazine and one in the chamber, then I would be out of ammo. Oh yeah, Jack was going to go apeshit.

“Is your mag full?”

“No clue. It’s not mine.”

I didn’t get a chance to ask her whose it was before bullets started pinging the trailer. I glanced around the corner. The guys were still coming.

“Are you a good shot?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ve got three coming our way,” I told her. “You take the right. I’ll cover left.”

“Got it.”

“Ready?”

Calista didn’t verbally answer. She stepped out from behind the trailer and aimed right. I did the same but went left.

My first shot was low and to the left. I adjusted, pulled the trigger, and before my first target hit the ground I moved to my second. Calista fired twice and all three were down.

Now we really had to move.

“See the building on the other side of the tarmac?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s where we’re headed.”

She didn’t wait for me. I took a second to make sure no one was coming up on our six, then sprinted after her.

I needed to get back to Jack and the guys. And one way or another, Calista was coming with me.

Chapter Twenty-Five

The street was now filled with people.

A fire truck—with no lights or sirens, just a tanker and three men—rolled up to put the fire out. The car that had ignited the explosion was on its side, where it had landed after careening into a pump.

But that was not what had my attention. Pete would handle the ground. I was on the roof of a goddamn grocery store, peering through the scope of my M4, looking for my crazy woman. Mason had taken off toward the dock to circle around to where Cat had disappeared. I saw three men drop, that was the only reason I wasn’t pissed and out-of-my-brain terrified.

I blew out a slow breath to calm my heart rate.

It was there I realized that my breaths were finite.

Yeah, baby, and I’m gonna be mad if you lose yours tonight.

I exhaled again.

Where the hell are you, Catarina?

I caught a heat signature through my scope. A second later there was another. Two figures running. From this distance I couldn’t see faces, but they were definitely women. A third figure came around the structure. My finger gently pressed down, taking the slack out of my trigger, and paused. Mason was wearing a chem light. I didn’t see the hot spot from the stick.