Mako kept pressure on Eduardo’s side with both hands. Blood soaked through the older man’s shirt and coated Mako’s fingers. Eduardo’s breathing was shallow but steady enough to keep him conscious.
“Stay with me,” Mako said. “Help is coming.”
Eduardo let out a weak, rough breath. “They knew… the schedule…they...”
Footsteps pounded up the trail. Gerald appeared first, gun in hand, eyes scanning his surroundings. Two of his men followed close behind. When Gerald saw Eduardo on the ground, his expression went dark.
“Fuck.” He dropped to one knee beside them. “How bad is it?” He asked Mako.
“He was stabbed on the side,” Mako answered. “He’s losing blood fast. We need to move him now.”
Gerald looked at Eduardo. “Who could have done this?”
Eduardo’s eyes focused on him with effort. “Didn’t
