Damien did not believe in negotiating with a man like Viktor Antonov.
There were only two kinds of power in their world, the power you had and the power you seized.
So he pulled the trigger.
The gunshot echoed down the hallway.
The first bullet hit one of Antonov's men in the chest.
The second embedded itself in another's throat.
Chaos erupted.
Gunfire echoed across the room as bullets hit walls, doors and broken glass.
Antonov hardly flinched, retreating back into cover as his men rushed forward.
Damien ducked behind a steel column to reload. "Gabriel?"
"I got six left," Gabriel gritted out, shooting back.
"Five now."
Damien peeked out as a bullet scratched the rim of the column.
Antonov's men moved quickly, closing ground.
They were not here to capture him.
They were he
