CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
OH, HELL. HERE WE GO.
“Our dance is over, Grant,” Annie said. “Head back toward the Interactive Center. We’re about to flush him out.”
“Be careful,” Grant whispered before making a show of kissing her again. “See you in a bit.”
“Here’s hoping,” she whispered back, then turned and started to head toward the enlisted men’s barracks across the parade field from the commanding officer’s building.
Annie heard the c***k of the rifle the same moment she felt the bullet slam into the middle of her back. The sheer force of it sent her stumbling forward several feet before she landed hard on her face.
All around her, panic and pandemonium were unleashed as she struggled to regain her breath. Through her earpiece she could hear her team’s chatter and smiled despite the inab
