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The door where Sebastian and I had exited suddenly banged open.
“Connor, they’re coming!” Eve yelled.
I spun around, switched the rifle’s setting to automatic, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
A hail of suppressed gunfire blasted out of the silencer.
Whup whup whup whup whup!
Two men went down, more out of luck than skill on my part. A third darted back into the alcove.
Click.The AR-15 was empty.
I turned back towards the front of the ship, fumbling to change the clip –
BLAM.
My left bicep burned like a flare had erupted inside my flesh. I roared in pain and flattened against the wall.
Armin appeared just around the corner, thirty feet away, aiming a big-ass rifle with some kind of a scope on it.
“Drop it or you’re dead,” he yelled.
Shit.
“I mean it!” he shouted.
I dropped the AR-15 on the deck.
He started walking towards me. “Your sidearm – drop that too, and slowly – ”
BLAM!
A porthole exploded right by his head, and he collapsed like a ragdoll onto the deck.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
A few seconds later, Johnny burst out of a door between me and Armin. “You alright?”
“I’m hit, but not too bad,” I said. Already, the adrenaline was dulling the pain.
“Guys, there’s more coming behind you!”Eve warned us.
“Do you know where Lily is?” Johnny shouted.
“Yes!”
“Then go – I’ll handle the rest of the crew!”
I brushed past him towards the bow of the ship, unholstering the .45 as I ran.