The first shot shattered the angel.
Stained glass exploded above the altar, raining deadly shards across the pews. A child screamed. The priest's Bible dropped from his hands and slid across the marble floor, pages aflame from a ricocheted candle.
Linda rose behind the pulpit, ceramic pistol steady in her hand.
Letisha stood center aisle, crimson dress soaked in chaos, gun still smoking.
Alex wrestled her down as two guards lunged forward—but her men opened fire.
Gunshots cracked against the gold pillars.
Guests screamed, diving behind benches.
Marco bellowed, “Get the civilians out! Now!"
Linda scanned the battlefield—her veil torn, her eyes unblinking.
Alex and Letisha were grappling on the steps.
Alex took a punch to the jaw. Letisha ripped the pin from a concealed blade, slas
