But then I heard a noise in the distance, outside the house.
It sounded like….
Helicopters.
Our cameras would pick up any threat on the ground…
But not from the sky.
SHIT.
“Let’s go,” I said to Sofia as I shoved the flip phone in my pocket.
She frowned. “Go where?”
The helicopters were getting closer.
“NOW!” I screamed.
I grabbed her arm, yanked her to her feet, and ran as fast as I could for the door.
“Niccolo! What – ”
We burst into the foyer.
A foot soldier was standing right outside the parlor door.
“GET EVERYONE TO THE CENTER OF THE HOUSE,NOW!”I shouted at him as I dragged Sofia towards the safe room.
The foot soldier stood there in shock. “…sir?”
I glanced back at him to yell my instructions again –
When the parlor exploded.
The foot soldier flew twenty feet across the foyer in a blast of fire and debris –
And the shock wave knocked me and Sofia to the ground.
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As I raced along the edge of thePiazza,my stomach turned.
There were bodies every 30 feet or so.
Half of them were cops.
Others were just ordinary people who’d been in the wrong fucking place at the wrong fucking time.
Not all of them were dead. Bystanders were trying to help the survivors.
But as soon as people looked up and saw me and my guys running past with our rifles, they screamed their heads off.
We ignored them and followed the distant sound of gunfire.
