The concussion wave of each shot slammed every cell in my body. My ears rang as the shots echoed around the halls.
I expected him to grab on to me again and pull, but instead he kneeled down. A few steps revealed two other bodies—all three shot in the head and dressed head to toe in black.
“s**t,” Six hissed as he pulled on a thin cord that led to a box on one of the guy’s waist.
I looked down the way we came and back to Six, watching as he put an ear bud up to his ear. Moving my hand in front of me, I gripped the gun with both hands, folding my left on top of my right as he showed me.
Each second we stayed there, the faster the thumping in my chest and the itch to run grew. But Six knew what he was doing, and I had to follow his lead.
The faint clopping of shoes in the distance turne
