"Ten minutes isn't enough time."
Dante was already moving. He grabbed the duffel bag, zipped it shut, and tossed a second handgun to Marcus. "Then we make it enough. Back door?"
"Compromised. They've got eyes on both exits." Marcus checked his weapon, his movements sharp and efficient despite the tension radiating off him. "We're going to have to fight our way out."
"No." Dante grabbed Sienna's wrist and pulled her toward a metal door she hadn't noticed before. "There's a third exit. Maintenance tunnel. It floods when it rains, but it'll get us two blocks east."
"I didn't know about that one," Marcus said.
"That's the point."
The countdown on Sienna's phone kept ticking.
11:43:17
11:43:16
Eleven hours until sunrise. Until Pier 17. Until her father died if she didn't show up.
Her
