Mine isn’t exactly steady either.
And then—
Gunfire explodes outside.
Reality slams back in.
Hard.
I pull away instantly, grabbing her hand.
“Move.”
No hesitation this time.
We break out of the recessed space just as the door bursts open again—bullets tearing through the interior.
Concrete chips fly.
“Back exit!” Mila snaps.
I don’t question it.
She’s already moving, already scanning, already ahead of me in a way I don’t like admitting.
There—
A narrow break in the wall I missed on entry.
Good catch.
We dive through it just as another round of gunfire shreds the space we were just standing in.
We hit the slope outside running.
Not controlled.
Not careful.
Fast.
They’re done herding.
Now they’re closing.
“Two on the left!” I call.
“I see them!”
She pivots mid-run—fires twice.
Clean.
Efficient.
One drops.
The second ducks—
