Chapter 8 - The Cornered Animal
Floodlights suddenly snapped on, blinding me from the upper catwalks of the warehouse.
I dove behind a heavy concrete pillar just as sniper fire rained down, chipping the stone near my head.
I was completely trapped, separated from Lily, and surrounded by highly trained killers.
"You should have stayed dead, Marcus!" a voice echoed through a megaphone from the rafters.
It was Richard, sounding arrogant and entirely in control.
I reloaded my weapon, counting the muzzle flashes to determine their exact positions.
There were five shooters on the upper deck and at least four moving on the ground floor.
I grabbed a heavy metal chain from the floor and threw it against a rusted generator as a distraction.
Three of the ground troops moved toward the noise, completely exposing their flanks.
I stepped out from cover and fired three perfectly placed shots, dropping them instantly.
I sprinted across the open floor, dodging a hail of bullets, and slid behind Judge Vance's bulletproof town car.
I opened the trunk and found exactly what I was hoping a paranoid judge would keep inside.
It was a fully loaded tactical shotgun and a heavy Kevlar vest.
I strapped the vest on, pumped the shotgun, and looked up at the catwalk.
Suddenly, Richard's voice echoed through the warehouse again, but he was no longer using the megaphone.
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He was standing directly behind the rusted sedan outside, holding Lily at gunpoint.
"Drop the weapons, Marcus, or I put a bullet in her spine right now," Richard yelled.
