Chapter Twenty-Seven
Weapons exploded into life. I ducked behind the stairwell to the port side. Teach took the starboard.
Knox and his squad fired at where we had been moments before, shattering the wooden stairwell into kindling. Rifle reports, shouting and bullet impacts echoed through the rusty ship. The noise was deafening. Overhead, the helicopter cut off our retreat.
Teach leaned around the bulkhead and fired two shots, forcing the goon squad back behind the aft doorway and the thick metal bulkhead.
I fired a shot. Then another. Heard a cry, possibly clipped one of the men.
That left the other seven.
Shit.
“We have to go!” Teach shouted above the din. “More will be here soon.”
“Yeah, no s**t Sherlock. Any ideas?”
More gunfire chattered, and a section of floor exploded near
