We made it five blocks before the car exploded.
Not ours. The one in front of us. A Viper prospect's vehicle erupted in flames, metal and glass raining down on the street. Albert swerved hard, narrowly missing the debris.
"Everyone out!" he shouted. "Now!"
We dove from the car as bullets shattered the windows. I hit the pavement hard, rolling behind a concrete barrier. Albert was beside me instantly, gun drawn, scanning for shooters.
"Rooftops!" Knox's voice came through the radio. "Multiple snipers! Three, maybe four!"
"Where the hell is our security?" Albert demanded.
"Dead." Hammer's voice, grim. "Someone hit them first. Professional job. We are compromised."
I pressed against the barrier, feeling bullets chip away the concrete inches from my head. My hand instinctively went to m
