Alina’s POV
I reached the safe room to find the door blown open, smoke pouring out. Inside, Ghost was down but alive, clutching his leg where he’d been shot. Two Vultures stood over Chloe, who’d been knocked to the ground but was fighting back with surprising strength.
I didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. Just raised my gun and fired.
The first Vulture went down. The second turned toward me, bringing his weapon up, but Chloe grabbed his leg, throwing him off balance. I fired again. He dropped to the floor.
“Are you okay?” I asked Chloe, helping her up.
“I’m fine. He is not.” She gestured to Ghost, who was bleeding heavily from his thigh.
“Ghost needs a medic,” I said into the radio.
“All medics are occupied,” someone responded. “Apply pressure. We’ll get to him when we can.”
I grabbed
