Page 347 of Scars of Fate

Darkness.

Then a blurred image appeared.

Concrete walls rushed past the camera.

Boone was moving through the upper corridor.

Fast.

Too fast for an injured man.

His breathing came hard.

Every third step ended with a sharp grunt of pain.

Adam pressed the radio button.

“Boone.”

The body camera shifted.

He had heard.

He didn’t answer.

“Slow down.”

Still nothing.

“Your ankle won’t support that pace.”

Boone’s voice finally came through.

“Then it should stop complaining.”

Lucas almost smiled.

Adam didn’t.

“How far to the helipad?”

A sign appeared on the bunker wall.

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FLIGHT ACCESS.

“One level.”

“Wait for backup.”

“Kane isn’t waiting.”

Gunfire erupted ahead.

Boone threw himself behind a concrete support.

Bullets chewed through the wall.