Saint’s warning barely finished echoing through the radio before another shot cracked across the parking lot.
The round smashed into the hood of an overturned truck only inches from Roman’s head and every member of Devil’s Hollow immediately scattered for whatever cover remained after the warehouse explosion.
“Sniper.” Crow shouted.
“Treeline. Three positions confirmed and more are moving.” Saint answered through the radio and his voice stayed calm despite the chaos surrounding us.
Knox grabbed my arm and pulled me behind the ruined concrete barrier again while bullets tore chunks from the pavement around us.
“You staying with me.” He barked.
“I wasn’t planning on sightseeing.” I said.
Another burst of automatic fire ripped through the smoke before I finished speaking and the
