Max pinched his eyes together like two frustrated, clenched fists, squinting through his binoculars at the waving figure of Doctor Saunders.
"What the f**k is he doing?" he barked, as JJ ordered his men inside to fetch the wooden planks.
"What do you want him to do? Fly across?"
Max prayed to the heavens that no Brotherhood snipers remained, as he hopped up onto the edge of the balcony, straining his neck muscles not to look down for even the briefest of moments.
"No, something's wrong. He's...he's not moving anymore..."
JJ scrambled to take a look for himself, cursing as he spotted the motionless body of Doctor Saunders sprawled across the opposite rooftop, makeshift flag loosely in one hand.
"Where the f**k is that bridge?!" He roared.
Right on cue, two men emerged back onto the b
