“Yeah,” I reply. “And he’s not taking chances.”
The flash drive.
Everything on it.
Everything we know.
That’s why we’re still breathing—
Barely.
Another burst of gunfire rips through the doorway.
Wood splinters.
Dust fills the air.
“They’re pushing again!” Jonah calls.
“Let them,” I say, rising slightly.
Mila looks at me like she already knows what I’m about to do.
“You’re not going alone,” she says.
“Wasn’t planning to.”
A beat.
Then—
We move.
Fast.
Together.
Two hostiles breach the doorway—
I take the first—
Mila drops the second before he even clears the frame.
We advance instead of retreating.
That’s the difference.
That’s what they didn’t expect.
“They’re inside!” Lance shouts.
“No,” I correct, voice cold. “We are.”
We push the doorway.
Close the distance.
Turn their entry into their mistake.
