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Shots came from above and below now, but most were fired wild. No one was able to see much in the dense smoke. Jana placed her hand on Cade’s shoulder and yelled over the noise, “We can’t stay here. Cade, we can’t stay here. Listen to me. He’s gone, Cade. There’s nothing we can do for him now.”
But Cade’s face was hard and glazed—like just-fired pottery.
Jana grabbed his bloody shirt. “Cade!” she yelled. “Kyle would want us to get the hell out of here! Come on. We’ve got to go!”
Cade looked at her and nodded the nod of a defeated man.
“Stay right behind me!” Jana yelled. “Remember, you’ve got to get out and get the data to Uncle Bill. Don’t stop for me. You’ve got to keep moving.”
Jana jumped up and ran down the stairs, her feet devouring three and four steps at a time, firing the
