The desk lamp blew apart, craters pocked the walls, cotton from the sofa stuffing flew everywhere…
A beam of light slashed in, the helicopter's droning followed, and the automatic gun spat bullets in a nonstop sweep across the entire mansion, shattering sounds exploding everywhere.
Phoebe turned her head just in time to see an incendiary round arc through the air toward them.
She reached out, grabbed Fifteen, and he sprang out of the small Living Room.
Boom!
A dull blast rocked the Living Room, and in an instant it was swallowed by flames; flying debris rained down over the two of them.
"Where's Carl?" Fifteen lifted his face, shouting in panic.
Phoebe yanked at her rope, tore it loose, and hauled her up from the floor in one motion.
"In the Guest Room on the second floor!"
Fifteen launched himself up the stairs; Phoebe dashed to the side of the hallway, helped the injured Assistant up, and half-carried him rapidly downstairs.
Inside the Villa, explosions kept hammering.
