I sigh and lean back in my chair. “I’ll try. That’s all I can do.”
“If that doesn’t work, I’m afraid we’ll have to risk ambushing it alone. Ari’s running out of time.”
I close my eyes and do something that I haven't done in years. Pray. I saw Keon take those bullets - my only hope is that they hit his vest, but there’s no way he avoided that roof collapsing on him and Tyler and Gavin were fighting for their lives when Keon dragged me away.
Please, let them all be alive.
2
TYLER
We’re so fucked.
Every time we take someone down, more appear out of thin air. We’re outnumbered, and I’ve lost sight of Gavin. My only hope is Keon got Kira to safety, and that Axel is almost here.
“Fuck,” I grunt when the asshole I’m fighting gets a cheap shot in to my kidney. It’s enough to piss me off though, so I lift my foot, kicking him right in the gut, and he smashes through the window at the fire escape. Shooting them is fucking useless with all the armor they’re wearing, but I can’t let him get the drop on me again. I jump onto the fire escape while he’s still stunned, pulling my Glock. I stick it under the helmet and pull the trigger before I rush back into the apartment, frantically searching for Gavin.
I race into the kitchen, and two guys have him pinned against the counter. Gavin is struggling like hell, trying to get away. I kick the one closest to me in the back of the knee, making his leg buckle. It’s enough for Gavin to get an arm free, and he elbows him in the face. I grab him and sling him off Gavin. “We need to move,” I pant.
“Good call,” Gavin grunts, grabbing his knife from his thigh holster to stab the guy right under the helmet. The guy slumps, and Gavin jerks his knife free. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Asshole.”At least he still has that sarcastic sense of humor.“Are you hurt?”
“I’m good. We need to find Keon and Kira.”
We run toward the front door, and I want to cry when it bursts open. When I see the familiar skull masks, I want to cry for a different reason. “Let’s go,” Axel barks.
“Do you have Keon and Kira?” I ask, pulling my AK back in front of me.
Axel lowers his gun slightly. “They aren’t with you? This whole place is about to collapse. They set fires above and below us.”
“We can’t leave without them,” Gavin responds. “Keon was bringing her out to you.”
“They weren’t out there when we pulled up, but this place is covered in unknowns.” Axel hands us two ear pieces, and we quickly slide them in. I’m not surprised that he knows we ran in here half-assed, and he probably tried to contact us. “Nolan, you there?”
“Yeah.”
“Does this place have cameras?”
“Just the entrance and downstairs fire exit. I’m searching the other buildings, but it doesn’t look like they have a clear view either. You guys need to leave. Authorities are on their way.”
“Can you access Keon’s tracker?” I ask.
“Yeah. Two seconds.” I listen to Nolan type, and grow more impatient by the second. “He’s blinking near you. To your left.”
We follow Axel into the hallway, and the rest of his team is standing there waiting. He jerks his head for us to follow and we search the apartment next door, still not finding him. “Nolan. I need more.”
“He’s right there. I don’t know the layout of the building,” Nolan responds, his voice shaking.
“There!” Gavin says, running toward the stairwell door. It’s the only place left for him to be. Gavin kicks it open and the smoke is overwhelming.
“He’s close!” Nolan exclaims. “You’re right on top of him.”
I join Gavin in the doorway, and see the fire quickly working its way up. Part of the roof has collapsed, and we have no access to the stairs. “Keon!” I call out, straining to hear. “Keon! Keon!” I hear coughing and call out again. “KEON!”
“Here,” he answers, and I almost wilt with relief. “I can’t move.”
Gavin and I exchange a quick look. I start digging through the rubble, ignoring Axel when he yells for me. I slide down the rest of it, and almost lose my footing right into the fire before I grab the hand rail and pull myself back up. I drop to my knees and look under the roof, spotting Keon in the far corner, trapped under a piece. “Is anything broken?”