Page 237 of Savior

A pause. “No. Lens is covered.”

“Stay off the glass.”

“Already am.”

Another shot. Closer. Or louder.

I couldn’t tell.

My heart was hammering.

Marion’s voice cut across the channel. “Side gate’s wrong.”

Riot answered immediately. “Wrong how?”

I heard metal move faintly through her radio.

“Chain through it. Outside side.”

Silence for half a beat. Then Marion said, quieter, “He locked us in.”

The word locked went through me like cold water. My hand tightened around the grip of my gun until my knuckles hurt.

Somewhere underneath all the training, some younger part of me had already started screaming.

Another rifle cracked.

Declan moved me again.

He didn’t drag me. He kept one hand at my back and his gun in the other, body constantly shifting between me and every window we passed.

Ruckus came over comms. “Truck’s dead.”

Riot’s voice sharpened. “Try another.”

A few seconds.

Ruckus swore. “Got another one down.”

“What’s down?” Dad demanded.

“Vehicle. Won’t turn over.”

A crash exploded somewhere outside the Bishop side.

Micah’s voice came over the radio. “Movement south fence.”

“Don’t chase it,” Riot said sharply.

“We’re not.”

Clayton sounded closer to him. “Going visual.”

Another shot came from the woods.

Then another from farther east.

My pulse jumped with each one.