The door exploded open and the hideout went into chaos. A hail of bullets splintered air and cursed wood crates, splintered concrete walls. James did not have much time to respond before Marcus rushed him and took him down behind cover, the force of the hit knocking the air clean from his lungs.
“They're coming in fast!” Nathan's voice buzzed over the comms, distant since it was drowned out by the gunfire.
James squinted over the edge of a fallen table and saw shapes darting past the darkened entryway. The Syndicate’s muscle, Silas Kane, was among them. And he hadn’t come alone.
Experts in the field, a small army of certified movers entered, every movement precise, lethal.
Of adrenaline surged through James. And just like that this was what they had trained for.
The Battle Begins
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