The rusted machinery of the abandoned factory groaned as the tactical battle intensified. Marcus hissed into his comms, his eyes scanning the shadowed catwalks. "Watch it, Arthur! Donovan is directly below you, and they’ve got a sniper pinning us from the outer perimeter."
Arthur Vance adjusted his grip on his rifle, his mind racing through the tactical possibilities. He knew Donovan’s military background made him a nightmare in close quarters. "Stay locked on that sniper. I’m going to draw Donovan out. Caleb, get in position—don't let him slip through."
"Copy that," Caleb replied, his voice tight with adrenaline. "If he shows his head, I’m taking the shot."
Below them, the recently "neutralized" Xander Grayson sat on the dusty concrete floor, staring up at the window in a daze. His min
