CHAPTER 11
WE STARTED SHOOTING the instant the initial flash receded, firing at panicked figures silhouetted against the flames as they acted on instinct to help their colleagues. By the time they came to their senses and took cover, five more lay on the ground.
“Seven down,” Elizabeth muttered, fingering the key fob-s***h-remote detonator still in her hand. “Your lucky number. f**k, I loved that car.”
The flames danced high into the night, a macabre backdrop for the screams of dying men. I didn’t feel any sympathy. They chose this line of work, and like the saying goes, if you can’t stand the heat…
Stay cool.
I took one long breath and relaxed. This was what I used to live for. Gradually, my cluttered thoughts fell away, leaving my soul free and one single goal ahead: get them before
