Dawn
Drew tosses his last grenade into the open window and scrambles back toward me as I empty bullets into the mess of soldiers coming out the front door. As I reach down for another clip, I squeeze my eyes shut for just a moment and hope that Gabby and Lee are okay.
“You good?” Drew asks.
“Yeah,” I say as I open my eyes and empty another clip into the front of the house.
Drew motions to a truck parked behind us, mutters something about “Gabby"s diversion”, and takes off toward it. He flings open the door, puts a bullet into the chest of a stunned driver who has been hiding inside, and yanks him out.
Climbing in, drew starts the truck and careens toward the front porch into the group of Moreno men we had pinned down. He rolls out as the truck plows into the front door, sending gunmen
