Standing, he walked over to where he knew she’d be able to see him motioned for her to come his way.
“Come on, Ellena. Run, this way, baby! Run to me!”
Hearing this, Walker pushed himself off of her and helped her to her feet.
“That’s it, baby. Hurry!”
She’d just taken her first step toward him when another loud, whistling sound reached his ears. Gabe’s gaze followed another ATAS, its smoke trail crossing in front of the hanger’s opening just before a second explosion tore through the north section of the building’s roof.
Ghost!
He and his team had been on that roof.
“Ghost, do you copy?” Gabe held a hand to his ear as he and his team all waited with bated breath. They were met with a deafening silence. “Ghost! Talk to me.” Another silent stretch. “Truck? Fletch? Hollywood?”
He’d just started to assume the worst when Ghost and the others came through the new hole in the wall behind them.
Coughing, the Delta Force leader said, “We’re here.” More coughing. “Saw it coming just in time to haul ass over the edge and into the grass.”
Truck and Fletch flanked a limping Hollywood. “Our boy took one to the leg. A graze,” Fletch explained. “Other than that, we’re good.”
“Fucking miracle,” Hollywood mumbled low. “Kass is gonna kick my ass.”
“Nah.” Fletch freed his arm from his teammate’s shoulders. “Your sweet wife will probably kiss your pretty new boo-boo.”
“Fuck off.”
“Gabe, look!” Jenna caught his attention.
Turning, he followed her line of sight. Ellena and Walker were standing once again, and Ellena was starting to run to him.
“Shit. Are we clear?” He went to the hangar’s large opening and looked up at the sky. “I hear them, but I can’t see them.”
He’d no more gotten the words out when another round of gunfire rained down on them. Shoving Jenna to the side, Gabe made sure she was safe before making his way to an area he could fire from.
Both teams took shots when they had them, all the while trying to keep from getting their asses hit in the process.
Gabe emptied his second mag and replaced it with the only one he had left. He pulled the trigger several more times, trying—and failing—to hit a vital part of the moving chopper.
Fucking bastards!
He looked out to Ellena who was running with all her might to get back to him. She’d only made it a few steps when Hall came up behind her and reached around her waist.
He yanked her back against his body, using her as a human shield. Ellena kicked and hit, but the man held on tightly as he pulled her back towards the plane.
“No!”
Ellena screamed, and even through the blasts from all of the guns, Gabe felt it in the depths of his core.
He instinctively stood up and away from cover, determined to get to her—or die trying. Matt ran over to him, nearly knocking them both on their asses before pulling him back down.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Gabe yelled as he tried to push his teammate aside.
“You’re no good to her if you get your damn head blown off!”
“I can’t let them take her!” He fought to get loose. “If she gets on that plane, she’s as good as dead!”
“Gabriel!”
