Tyrell cursed and swung his camera over his shoulder. He reached down and grabbed his backpack off the ground before breaking into a fast sprint. Whoever in the hell was on the second floor had just taken out Brian and had Helen pinned down.
He had been taking photos of Ren Lu before scanning the area through the six hundred millimeter telephoto lens attached to his Canon EOS5. The flight of several doves and the open window drew his attention and he had zoomed in on it. He had called out a warning the moment he realized that he was staring down the end of a gun. His finger instinctively captured the man at the same time that he had fired.
Even with the warning, it had been too late. Tyrell had jerked his camera down in time to see Brian stagger backwards. The second shot had sent him ov
