Chapter Twenty-Four
Blade’s POV
My lungs burned as we tore through the labyrinth of rusted iron and shattered glass. The junkyard was a graveyard of dead machinery, but right now, it was the only thing keeping us from being turned into Swiss cheese.
Behind us, the roar of the Harleys mutated into an angry, revving whine as the riders realized the tight gaps between the crushed cars were too narrow for their bikes. I heard the screech of tires, the heavy thud of boots hitting the dirt, and the distinct, terrifying clack-clack of shotguns chambering rounds.
They were pursuing us on foot.
"Spread out!" the Vice President’s voice boomed from somewhere near the chain-link fence. "They're cornered in the scrap! Find the Callahan girl and bring me the bastard's head!"
I squeezed Skyler’s ha
