Chapter 195 One Way Or Another

• The boots closed in fast.
• Knox barely had time to reload before the first muzzle flashed in the corridor. The round clipped the wall inches from his head, spraying concrete dust across his cheek. He dove for cover, returning fire in short, sharp bursts.
• Bishop was already in position, dropping two men with clean shots to the chest before they made it past the doorframe. Decker took the other flank, his rifle coughing in steady rhythm, every round a promise.