The man operates like the former Delta operator he is.
One attacker runs toward the driver’s side of the SUV.
Big mistake.
Adam fires once.
The man collapses halfway to the door.
Russ circles wide along the edge of the parking lot, cutting off the escape route.
“Vehicle’s not leaving!” he shouts.
One of the attackers panics.
He opens fire blindly through the smoke.
Rounds slam into the church wall behind me.
Wood splinters.
Mara swears.
“Idiots.”
I step out from behind the pillar and fire two quick shots.
The man drops his weapon and falls beside the SUV.
Silence falls suddenly.
Smoke drifting slowly across the lot.
Five bodies on the ground.
One man still standing.
He stumbles backward, raising his hands.
“Don’t shoot!”
Russ moves in immediately, rifle trained on him.
“On your knees!”
The man drops hard onto the gravel.
Adam approaches from the side, calm and steady.
The way predators move when the fight is already over.
I step down from the church steps.
Mara follows.
The captured man looks mid-thirties.
Tactical gear.
