Chaos tore through the afternoon as Michael’s troops fell dead, one after another.
Not one hiding spot was safe. None was able to defend them from the bullets. Each shot struck down a man without a single miss.
But only Roland knew. Even amid the chaos, he could hear the rhythm, the spacing between each shot. It wasn’t random. It was calculated. Familiar.
His heart clenched as realization sank in. "Jett,” he breathed, his voice barely audible over the c*****e.
Roland eyes trembling, he looked around likewise, searching.
Michael glanced at Roland, seeing how not one attempt was made on him. He quickly realized who it was and turned to his remaining five surviving troops.
“Get inside the building,” Michael yelled. “Get inside the building now. All of you,” he scolded.
The five of t
