Chapter Twenty-Six
“Get down!” I screamed, charging into the wheelhouse and tackling the first body in front of me—Teach—to the floor. As we crashed to the wooden decking, I glanced back. The bridge window shattered, and a surprised expression appeared on Han Lee’s face, as a hole appeared in his chest.
Two more cracks reported from the sniper rifle and Lee dropped to the floor, his chest torn to pieces. I untangled myself from Teach, who was already struggling to take cover behind the bridge’s ancient instrument panel.
“s**t,” he grunted. “s**t. Shit.”
The thunderous noise outside rose like a storm, the beating rotors of the helicopter washed a gale through the shattered windows, sending a blizzard of paperwork and debris flying.
I followed Teach’s lead, and scrambled into cover, jus
