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Stellan whooped when I hit one of the van’s tires and it went crashing into a building.
“The Po Pos are coming,” sing-songed Remy. He punched some buttons and I heard the sound of a large crash from nearby. “Whoops,” he commented innocently.
Another barrage of bullets hit the back window, and Stellan and I both pulled back behind the glass. Cain took a sharp left turn and one of the vans crashed against a dumpster.
“Three of the trucks have made it to the warehouse,” said Remington excitedly. There were still three more that needed to make it, but at least that was a start.
The dance of evasion continued, each twist and turn sending my adrenaline spiraling.
The van behind us was good. He swerved just right every time we made a shot. I was getting fucking annoyed.
Another shot rang out and glass on my window fractured into a web of cracks.
“We might need our money back on this window,” I commented as the guys cursed viciously.
“Switch sides with me,” ordered Stellan.
“Listen to him,” snapped Cain.
“Just drive,” I growled, sticking my gun out and firing another round of shots. I wasn’t getting the right angle though. I needed to move just a little further out.
“Aurora! Get the fuck inside,” snarled Cain, but I ignored him as I inched out. A bullet whizzed by my head but I barely flinched. “Aurora!”
A little further out and I was where I needed to be. I fired, whooping in excitement as I hit his right tire and the van went into a tailspin, eventually ending up over a sidewalk and into a glass storefront.
“Okay. I’m hard,” drawled Remington, and Cain punched him in the shoulder.
“You proved your point, now get your perfect fucking head back in the car.”
I slid back into my seat, feeling tingly from all the adrenaline, but also feeling good.
That had been the last van.
“Our men stopped the others. There’s just one van unaccounted for…but I can’t find it anywhere on the cameras,” muttered Remington, staring hard at his screen as he switched cameras. “But the other trucks made it to the meeting area. We’re only five minutes away.”
Cain growled as he made another turn and headed down a mostly deserted street.
Five minutes later we'd made it to the warehouse where the trucks were waiting for us, no sign of the missing van or anyone else.
"What time is The Jackal Company planning on stopping by?" Stellan asked, his eyes darting around the street like he was expecting someone to pop out at any moment.
It was similar to what I was doing. I’d learned very early on in life that you should never trust anything that seemed too easy, and one measly shootout had definitely been…too easy.
Cain had his men spread out, weapons ready as they prowled the empty streets.
Nothing seemed amiss…
A moment later, I changed my mind; we were a driver short. I counted again, and yep, he definitely wasn't there.
"Cain," I murmured, sliding closer to him. “I think something's wrong."
His alert gaze darted around and I gestured to his men. He counted, just like I had, and cursed softly when he realized what I had.
Someone was missing.
"You two stay out here. We're going to check inside," Cain said softly to Stellan and Remington. They sent us questioning, uneasy glances but then nodded. Remington was still on his laptop, checking angles from all around the neighboring streets. I was pretty sure he must've hacked into some kind of satellite to get those angles. I'd have to reward him for his cleverness later.
Cain opened the heavy, rusted door to the warehouse, just a crack, and gazed inside into the inky black darkness. After a moment, he opened it wider and took a step inside, his gun raised as he entered the enormous space.
