As I started to make the turn, it slammed into the passenger-side rear, sending us spinning. We slammed into one of the pillars of the gate before bouncing off and ending up nose-down in the ditch. Our attacker’s vehicle was stopping as I reached over and unlatched her seat belt.
“Get out! Run for the gate!” Like a deer in the headlights, she stared at me, unmoving.
“Fuck!” I choked out as I grabbed the gun from her. I immediately lifted it to zero in on the man ripping her door open.
“It’s me!” Soap shouted, and I dropped the gun from his face. “Come on! I’ve got her!”
He pulled her from the seat, and too late, I realized she had papers clutched to her chest. No time to worry about it. I threw open my door and jumped into the knee-deep snow.
Gunfire erupted around me as I ran in slow motion through the drifts.
Wind sucked from my lungs, I fell face-first into the snow as a burning white-hot pain lanced through my shoulder. I wasn’t there long before someone was dragging me by my other arm.
There was shouting, but it was muffled and carried away in the howling wind and blinding white snow that tried to bury us. The faint sound of chain-link rattling was followed by more gunshots, but I was blacking out from the pain.
“Get him in the treatment room!” I heard shouted before I was gone and everything went silent.