Page 14 of Scars of Fate

Boone and Hawk flowed through the opening like shadows while Russ covered the exterior.

I entered fourth.

My rifle swept left.

Empty hallway.

Broken machinery.

Stacks of abandoned crates.

The warehouse smelled like diesel fuel.

Dust.

Fear.

A guard rounded the corner.

He never had time to raise his rifle.

I drove him into the wall with my shoulder while Boone secured him with flex cuffs.

“No shots,” Boone whispered.

I nodded once.

We kept moving.

Every second mattered.

Adam’s calm voice filled my earpiece.

“North hallway clear.”

“Hawk, clear.”

“Russ, exterior secure.”

I reached the next doorway and raised two fingers.

Three…

Two…

One…

I shoved the door open.

Two armed men spun toward us.

“Drop it!”

One obeyed.

The other reached for his weapon.

I fired.