“Ayeee—put one down.”
A pause, and then, “Say again?” someone questioned, loudly, frantic.
“Moose shot him. Looking further. I’m covering.”
“What?”
“Moose shot a dude!”
“f**k. Need help?”
Moose was now close enough to the corner of the wall stuck out into the room that he could start seeing around it.
“We’re OK,” Cuebas answered.
They moved into a narrow long room with low ceilings. Moose hugged the edge of the wall. He moved the barrel of his weapon forward around the front, crouched slightly, then rushed into the room, ready to fire again. Cuebas covered. No one there. Like a camera flash, Moose mentally captured the contents of the room with a quick scan. Mostly nothingness stared back. No windows in the room. He saw no one. He was sure. Not much there. No other people. Somethin
