Chapter Twenty
Emma highlighted the grenades in bright yellow. Despite her warning, the enemy was still in the process of throwing them. The warning and ability to track their arc gave the detectives what they needed to survive the explosives.
Erik and Jia leapt in opposite directions. Their dodges briefly exposed them to the enemy, and rifle rounds screamed from the opposite end of the factory floor. One bullet slammed into Jia’s vest, stinging. The crushed spent round dropped to the floor. She landed behind another workstation, her jaw tight. Grenades completed their flight, exploding in a mass of deadly fragments and smoke that riddled the floor and nearby machinery.
If she hadn’t jumped, she would have ended up taking a shower of hot, sharp metal.
“Just keep moving,” Erik ordered.
