Gunfire erupted.
Lance dove behind a pillar as bullets tore through the air, plaster crumbling around him. He fired back, precise and deadly, but his opponent was quick, ducking behind cover.
Click.
Lance heard the sound of an empty magazine.
The terrorist leader had run out bullets, he immediately cursed and bolted.
Lance didn’t hesitate. He took off after him, boots pounding against the marble floor.
The chase was brutal—the terrorist knocked over furniture, threw obstacles in Lance’s path, but nothing slowed him down.
They burst onto the rooftop.
And then—silence.
Lance’s eyes scanned the empty space. “Coward,” he muttered, tightening his grip on his rifle.
He heard a whisper of movement at the edge of the roof and he dashed towards the edge.
But before he could react, out o
