A cacophony of gunfire and shouts filled the air as the battle raged on. James’s heart raced inside his chest as he pushed forward, ducking bullets, weaving around debris. The Syndicate’s forces were overwhelming, but his team wasn’t going to quit. This was their last chance.
The walls of the safehouse were starting to splinter from the continued bombardment. The compound felt besieged from every angle. James felt the clock was running out on them. They'd have no time before the whole place was overrun, no place to run.
"James, we need a plan!" Sarah yelled as she crouched behind a concrete pillar while additional shots rang past them.
“I know,” James said in a growl, looking around. He was determined to find a way, any way, to turn the situation in their favor. This wasn’t a safehouse
