Page 148 of Silent Target

Every angle.

“They’re clearing it like a city block,” Shark says.

“They trained here,” Rook answers. “They know the floor plan.”

Cobra looks at the steel shelves.

“Then we change it.”

His expression tells me he already has a plan.

That worries me.

“What are you thinking?”

“The shelves are bolted together.”

“And filled with the evidence we came to preserve.”

“I don’t need to destroy the shelves. I need to move them.”

He pulls a compact line launcher from his pack and fires the magnetic anchor into the top of an empty rack near the eastern aisle.

The cable snaps taut.

Cobra braces his boots against the floor and activates the winch.

Steel groans.

The shelf tips sideways and crashes across the aisle.

Two guards dive clear.

A third becomes trapped behind the fallen frame.

Cobra fires a second line.

Another rack falls, cutting off the Inner Guard’s advance without burying the archive beneath twisted metal.

Falcon coughs through the dust.

“I officially enjoy working with Cobra.”

“You say that now.”

The team moves.

Shark covers Fathom while he secures the evidence case.

Rook pursues Walter through the eastern aisle.

Mac remains behind a concrete pillar, firing only when a guard threatens one of us.

Evie stays beside me.

Exactly where I need her.

Exactly where Walter expects her to be.