FORTY-TWO
I PULLED THE FIVE-SEVEN and looked at Sultan.
So much for stealth.
“Ears!” I instructed and scrunched the empty side of my head against the corresponding shoulder. He turned his head, and I blasted the lock from as high an angle as I could. The shot rang out and echoed loudly through the windowless corridor. The other side of the door became visible from this side as the powerful round ripped a hole in the lock and door.
It wasn’t open, but this time ramming a shoulder into it gave access as it broke from the rest of the lock.
Ten minutes. This is not going to end well.
“What’s the code?!” I asked Sultan as I made my way directly to the bookcase and the spot with the keypad. The hardbacks in front of it got tossed to the side.
“Five-Six-Three-Eight,” he said.
“I’m still g
