The sounds of gunfire still rang out in James’s ear as he ran down the narrow hotel hallway. His heart thudded, and every instinct told him to go. His muscles burned from the exertion, but there was no lottery of time here, not with Karpov’s men hot on his heels.
The point was moot he’d done his part, he’d given Sarah and Lina the best shot out of here but now, it was just him. They were depending on him. His head was spinning, thinking what to do out of this mess. Karpov had to be stopped. This wasn’t merely about survival anymore; this was about preventing a worldwide conspiracy before it could develop, and James had to be the one to destroy it.
He could hear footsteps behind him now, louder. The mercs were closing in, and there was no time. With each new corner he turned, he felt the
