Chapter - 292
The BANG of Sharon's 9mm was a deafening, echoing crack in the dead-quiet industrial park, a stark contrast to the polite, muffled pfft of a silencer.
Sparrow One, professional that he was, didn't get hit. He wasn't even there. The instant Sharon had raised her weapon, he had dived, using the open door of the wrecked sedan as cover. The laptop was clutched in his left hand, his pistol in his right.
PFFT-PFFT!
Two silenced rounds zipped past Sharon's head, chipping the brick wall she and Rick were hiding behind. Dust and mortar stung her cheek.
"Raven, we are compromised!" Sparrow One yelled, his voice a tight, professional bark. "Targets are armed and hostile! I'm moving to flank!"
A beat of silence. Then the driver's side of the sedan exploded outward. Sparrow Two, a mountain of a man who looked even angrier now that he'd had an airbag slam into his face, kicked his way out of the car. He saw Sharon peeking from behind the wall and opened fire.
