Seventy-Two
Justice crouched behind a partition in a large office, stun gun shaking in her hands. The others were similarly hidden in shadows created by moonlight streaming through large windows as some of the Legion’s men scaled the ladder.
After a few minutes of silence, Captain Wilson waved and pointed back to the window. She reopened it and gestured for Dale to climb back out. Hannah, face pale, followed Dale.
It took Justice three tries to holster her gun, the memory of the trip to get inside making her hands shake. She wiped sweaty palms against her leg as she stepped up beside Wilson, breathing rapidly.
Miranda squeezed her arm. ‘Don’t look down. Just focus on getting to the ladder and you’ll be fine.’
Justice took a firm grip on the top of the window before swinging her legs t
