Chapter 37: Bullets in the Dark
The floodlight popping overhead wasn’t an accident. One second we were standing under weak yellow light, the next everything plunged black. The warehouse swallowed sound the way only big empty spaces can—our breathing suddenly loud, footsteps echoing off metal walls from every direction at once.
Marcus hissed into comms. “Snipers—talk to me.”
“Multiple signatures,” came the reply. “Eight, maybe ten. Closing fast from the north and east loading doors. Armed. Moving tactical.”
Bella’s hand found mine in the dark. Squeezed once—hard, steady. “We run or we fight?”
I pulled her close, voice low against her ear. “We fight. But you stay low. No heroics. You protect what’s inside you. That’s the only job tonight.”
She nodded against my shoulder. “Got it.”
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