Page 352 of Scars of Fate

His wedding band caught the light again.

“Yes.”

Adam closed his eyes.

“Then listen carefully.”

He studied the bunker plans.

“There’s a fire-suppression control beside the helipad door.”

“I see it.”

“Activate it.”

“How does water help?”

“It isn’t water.”

Hawk enlarged the label.

“Aircraft-fuel suppression. Foam.”

Boone almost smiled.

“You want me to bury Kane in bubbles?”

“I want you to blind his men and choke the helicopter’s intake.”

“That sounds less fun.”

“It’ll work.”

Boone crawled toward the control panel.

Through the helipad door, we saw the hostages.

Janice.

The pilot’s wife.

Two frightened boys.

Another nurse.

Two soldiers forced Samir’s stretcher toward the helicopter.

Kane stood behind them.

Gun in hand.

Watching.

Waiting.

He knew Boone was coming.

“Kane’s using them as cover,” Lucas said.