The initial shot was inches from her.
She didn’t flinch.
Didn’t stop.
She fired again, the bullet smashing into the chest of one of Antonov’s men, her rifle kicking against her shoulder. He collapsed before he could shoot.
Nathaniel moved to her side, dropping another with two fast shots.
Damien?
She didn’t need to look.
She felt him, watched as the bodies fell out of her periphery, all testament to his deadly precision.
But the enemy kept coming.
Isla ducked behind a steel crate as bullets slammed into the wall behind her. Her breath came in ragged bursts, adrenaline blazing in her veins.
Gabriel’s voice exploded into the earpiece.
“They’re leaving no one with any way out. We need an opening…. now.”
Damien’s response was cool, ruthless. “Then we make one.”
He threw something
