"Get down!" Finlay's roar cut through the chaos as gunfire erupted around us.
I dove behind a toppled console, pulling Mateo with me. The sound of bullets ricocheting off metal was deafening, the air thick with the acrid scent of smoke and fear.
"They’re everywhere!" Madison’s voice crackled through the comms.
"Focus!" Ian shot back. "We need that system offline, or we’re all dead."
My heart skittered as I looked over the console. The guards of The Broker swarmed all over, their black suits blending into the chaos generated by the dim light. In its midst stood The Broker, like some sort of conductor orchestrating destruction.
"Keep going!" Finlay yelled, dodging between the shots with practiced ease. His gaze clung to The Broker, and for one second, I almost saw something feral, an an
