Jade dropped into the snow. There were several metallic pings and thuds as bullets impacted the car. She crawled around to the far side of the open passenger door for protection. The window shattered above her head. She screamed, bits of glass spraying her in the face.
Using the top of the door to support her pistol, Jade drew a steady bead on one of the men, the farthest to the left. He was crouched down, preparing to fire again.
She pulled the trigger.
The bullet went wide, not going anywhere near him. But all the men dropped to the ground. She fired again and again, mentally counting the ammunition remaining in the clip, as she had been trained to do.
Dmitry started the car. The wheels spun again, but it didn’t move forward.
Jade fired off another round. Five left. The men were sta
