Everly’s POV
“How many bullets do you have?” I asked Alejandra.
She reloaded the gun. “Enough,” She replied.
I nodded. “The one in the middle has grenades on her belt,” I told her.
Ian’s eyes widened. “Don’t-”
Alejandra was already firing and seconds later there was an explosion that threw us to the floor and blew the mercenaries away.
Ian groaned as he shoved himself to his feet only to turn and glare at me. “Really?”
I shoved to my feet, wincing at the pain it caused me. “I didn’t feel like actually dealing with them,” I said to him before waving at Alejandra. “Clearly she agreed.”
Ian just shook his head and began walking down the hallway, careful to step between the debris and the bodies. Alejandra and I followed close behind.
“The others?” I asked Ian as I took up walking rig
