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His technique is flawless. I can’t get a bead on him, he’s strategic and unpredictable.
The rest of Yuri’s men are dropping, less coordinated than the Wolfpack and lacking the protection of vests.
There’s only two left: one barricaded behind the old forklift, and the soldier now positioned behind the wheel of the truck. The driver is smart enough to stay hunkered down on the floorboards. In the brief spaces between thunder and gunfire, I hear him whimpering.
Jasper clambers in the front seat of the SUV. He floors the pedal, slamming into the forklift, pushing it back with so much force that Yuri’s goon is crushed against the wall. Reversing with squealing tires and crunching metal, the front bumper pulling away, Jasper leans out of the window and shouts to Andrei, “GET IN!”
Andrei hauls Hakim into the backset. Hakim is pale and reeling, blood pouring down his arm. Chief helps Vlad into the other side, Vlad limping and leaning heavily, his beefy arm slung around Chief’s shoulders.
As Vlad climbs into the backseat, the soldier fires a shot at his head that pings off the car door an inch from his ear.
Adrik fires at him furiously. The soldier ducks back into the wheel-well.
He’s between us and the SUV. We can’t get past him. We can’t seem to shoot him, either, the slippery motherfucker.
“Go out through the bay door!” Adrik barks at me. “I’ll cover you!”
“But—”
“GO!” he roars.
Staying as low as I can, I sprint for the bay door. Adrik provides cover fire as I run for the exit. Still, I hear a bullet zing overhead as I drop down off the side of the ramp.
I’m out, but Adrik is still trapped.
“Chief!” I scream.
Chief unrolls the back window of the SUV, propping Vlad’s AR on the sill. He fires a steady stream of bullets at the truck’s back tire, puncturing it so the tail sags down.
Adrik runs for the bay door, dropping and skidding down the ramp like he’s sliding into home plate.
He grabs my arm and drags me toward his bike.
I hesitate for just a fraction of a second.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Adrik bellows.
“I’m doing it!” I cry, swinging my leg over the bike, sitting with my back against the handlebars.
Adrik understands. He gets on the bike, revving the engine, his arms on either side of my waist. I point my gun back over his shoulder.
Yuri’s last, most indefatigable soldier appears in the doorway, a black silhouette against the lightning flash.
I’m waiting for him.
He crouches at the head of the ramp, protected by his vest. The rifle at his shoulder points at Adrik’s back.
Headshots only …
Exhaling softly, I squeeze the trigger.
The shot hits him dead between the eyes. He tumbles backward, his rifle slipping through boneless fingers, clattering down the ramp.
Adrik peels out of the lot.
I cling to his neck, his heart pounding against mine.
Riding backward is fucking bonkers. The balance is opposite, the road racing away behind me disorienting. All I can do is put my arms around Adrik’s waist and my head against his chest, holding on tight.
