Pryde and Fields were at either side of the door, ready to move.
Pryde gave the signal and they both moved in.
The only guard left was the operative manning the reception desk who brought up a weapon the instant he saw them appear.
Bullets peppered the door as they came through, narrowly missing them and forcing them back to reassess their situation.
“Now what?” Fields asked.
“I’ll cover you as you try to flank him. Go right to see if you can get a clear shot, and I’ll hold him off as long as I can,” he replied.
“If I get shot and killed here, I’ll come back to haunt you,” she joked.
“No such thing as ghosts,” he responded with a straight face.
“Humour’s lost on you, isn’t it?” she said.
Giving her a sharp look, he said, “Get ready to move.”
He brought his rifle up to his shoulde
