“How many guards are stationed around the warehouse?” I ask.
“At least two by the main entrance.”
“Let’s try and kill them as silently as possible,” I say. “If a gunshot goes off, we’re fucked.”
The moment I finish speaking, I hear footsteps approaching from the opposite side of the corridor. Before I can jump out of sight, the guard turns and spots me. His face goes bug-eyed. His mouth opens, getting ready to alert the others.
Then a gunshot pierces the air before a single word can escape his lips. The guard drops to the floor instantly.
I turn to see the end of Sarah’s gun smoking slightly. “Sorry,” she says wryly, “I missed that last bit you said. Something about killing silently?”
“Fuck,” I groan. “We gotta move.”
But as soon as I break into a run, a cacophony of gunshots fills the air. It’s followed a beat later by an explosion that makes the bones of the warehouse shake.
I don’t know much about what’s happening right now, but when I hear those sounds, I know one thing for sure: all hell is about to break loose.