Bjorn led the charge, his feet pounding against the gravel as he dashed toward the SUVs. The air was filled with the c***k of bullets, and the red emergency lights flashed like strobes, disorienting and blinding. Rico and the others provided cover fire, taking out soldiers and keeping the path clear.
As they reached the vehicles, Bjorn yanked open the door of the lead SUV, shouting, “Get in!” His men piled in, engines roaring to life. The SUVs peeled out, tires screeching as they tore away from the camp, bullets chasing after them.
Inside the SUV, Bjorn gripped the wheel, his knuckles white. He glanced back, seeing the soldiers scrambling to respond. “We’re not out yet,” he growled. “Keep your eyes open!”
Rico, sitting beside him in the passenger seat, scanned the rearview mirror. “We’v
