Breath held heavy with tension, James gazed into the eyes of Colonel Bryce Carter, the very man he used to call his mentor. A man he had mourned.
Yet here he was, very much alive, standing alongside the Syndicate’s enforcers, his face a mask.
James smiled with gritted teeth, clenching his weapon tighter. “I buried you.”
Carter grinned, moving a step forward. “You should have checked the casket.”
On the rooftops above, Syndicate snipers kept watch, red laser sights prowling James and the others. They were outnumbered.
Sarah’s tone was low but not vague. “James we need a way out.”
James wasn’t listening. His mind was racing. How was Carter alive? And even more important why was he standing with the enemy?
“You have questions,” Carter said, as though reading his mind. “I’ll give you an
