A gunshot sent me dropping to my knees as I slingshotted myself through the office door.
“Jesus.”
“Oh my god, Aves! You said! You said you would announce yourself.”
Her hand shook on the gun. “It’s okay. You did good.”
I grabbed the sniper bag from the floor next to the bar and took off. “Just keep doing what you’re doing!”
She shouted a stream of curses after me, but I was past hearing her, rushing to the back of the building.
“AJ, what are you doing!” Grey shouted, but no one followed me as I shoved through the back door to the shouts of the teenagers huddled against the wall.
“Hold still,” I told the tallest looking one, stepping up onto their back to get a handhold on the old rusted ladder that was busted off at the bottom. I hauled myself up, my shoulders screaming their protest until I got a foothold and cleared the top of the ladder, throwing my legs over onto the roof.
I kept low as I raced over the debris, avoiding the soft looking spots where water was puddled, algae foaming around the edges.
My fingers fumbled with the zipper only for a second before I got it down, pulled out the sniper and yanked the tripod free, feeding bullets into the slot like Grey taught me.
I cocked it back to the sound of a cry below, my heart in my throat. It wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t one of them.
They’re fine.
I lifted the barrel over the wide edge of the roof, butting the rifle to my shoulder, staring down the scope, adjusting it.
There was a flurry of movement as the enemy reached the entrance to the Docks and I heard Rook’s throaty bellow as he went ape on the ones who’d managed to get inside.
I was too late to stop them, but I wouldn’t be too late to slow the flow.
I breathed in, settled on a moving target, breathed out, and fired.
He jerked back, falling in a heap.
Heads snapped up.
I took aim. Fired again.
Again.
Two more shots.
Reload.
It wasn’t enough.
They were still coming. Pouring over the docks like ants.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I reloaded, lifted back onto the ledge.
Found a face I recognized.
I twisted the dial on top of the gun, turning on the red dot sight. It pierced Lenny Ace square in the chest.
I saw the instant he noticed, his body going deathly still as he stared down at it, hands raising.
He shouted something, but I couldn’t hear him from here.