Five
“Carver, you have to get everyone out, now!” Scarlet’s tone was sharp and clear, mad at herself for not having noticed the asshole not using the barrel as leverage to hoist himself out of the window.
Carver didn’t have to be told twice. Sprinting for the door, his head knocked against just about every unseen pot hanging from the ceiling, his cursing audible as he exited into the hallway.
Bombs—as predictable as they were to the engineer—to those on the outside, it was more uncaring than a cyclone. His mind raced as he made his way through what seemed like the longest passageway in the history of the world. Finally making it past the men’s bathrooms, he reached the over-populated bar as a new song was beginning.
“Everyone needs to evacuate the premises right away!” he yelled, but o
