That’s enough.
“Move!” Jase shouts as another round slams into the side of the shelter.
The structure won’t hold.
It was never meant to.
“Back route!” Ronan calls. “I’ve got a path—twenty meters west!”
We don’t hesitate.
We break.
All of us moving at once—fast, controlled, covering each other as we push out through the rear of the shelter into dense brush.
Gunfire follows instantly.
“They’re on us!” Jonah shouts.
Of course they are.
“They won’t stop,” Lance says.
“No,” I reply, pushing forward despite the burn in my side. “They can’t.”
Because if we live—
Hayes loses control.
And he knows it.
Branches whip past as we force through the terrain, boots slipping on loose dirt and rock.
Through the trees—
The Adriatic flashes again.
Too open.
Still useless.
“Stay in cover!” Jase orders.
I glance at him.
He’s already scanning, already calculating—
Already protecting.
Even now.
Especially now.
“Two on our six!” Cal shouts.
Ronan’s rifle cracks from somewhere above—
Both threats drop.
