53
Nikolai
I spring into action before the sound of the explosion fades.
“Cover me,” I hiss into the radio and sprint for the burning hole in the garage, ignoring the high-pitched ringing in my ears.
I have to get to the garage before the attacker recovers from the blast.
I have to intercept him before he gets inside and finds the safe room.
As I run, bullets strike the ground around me, kicking up chunks of grass and dirt, but Pavel’s machine gun keeps the shooters sufficiently far away to interfere with their aim.
The closer I get to the garage, the more the extent of the damage becomes apparent. The fucker must’ve glued explosives directly to the bottom of the door, as the force of the blast not only tore apart the heavy metal but left a blackened hole in the floor around it too.
