CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Blind rage overtook him. It slowed his mind while his body reacted in the only way that made sense to him in the moment.
Zero leapt down the stairs, gun in hand, and landed hard on the concrete floor but ignoring the pain that shot up his leg. The Glock 17 was up in an instant, before the three Division men could even look his way.
They had expected him to run.
He shot the first one in the forehead at fourteen feet. He tracked right and fired twice, hitting the second man in the stomach and knee. His aim was slightly off with his left hand.
The third merc hit the deck and rolled, parallel to Cartwright’s body. There was a bullet in the deputy director’s chest and another in his forehead.
Zero was only vaguely aware of the shouts from outside. Then the broken door t
