beams.
The other goon ran out of the scrub, rifle leveled, shouting into a comms device on his shoulder. Hell, even if Flynn were winning, this guy would take him out. And then reinforcements would come...
She couldn’t just watch. Screw Flynn’s orders.
She jumped up and yelped, as if she’d hurt herself. The guy turned. She let out another screech and flattened onto the dirt, panting, directing her shaky fingers onto the trigger.
The goon’s face snapped up, scanning the bushes. Behind him, a figure staggered out from behind the truck, wearing NVGs and an oversize military jacket, tugging down his cap. Psycho. She swallowed a squeak. That crack she’d heard... Psycho wouldn’t have walked away if Flynn were alive. Tears stung. Shit, shit, shit. He was dead, and she was screwed.
No. She still had a chance, if she took out both goons before they started shooting.
One burst.
Don’t hesitate.
Tess blinked away moisture and lined up her shot. If Flynn had died, she’d damn well ensure it wasn’t for nothing. When her story went to air, his sacrifice would help save hundreds of thousands of lives. That would mean something to him, even if he’d deny it.
Oh God, she really didn’t want him to be dead. The second guy glanced at Psycho and returned focus to the scrub, shouting and pointing—right at her. Her nape crawled. If this worked, she could steal the truck. And go where? It was Flynn who was good at winging it. The only things she could improvise were words, and she didn’t always nail the first take.
Hanging back in the shadows, Psycho looked more intimidating than ever. He strode up to the second guy, who was raising his rifle her way.
One burst, right to left—the gunman first, then Psycho. No second takes. She nestled her finger on the trigger and tensed, bracing for the kickback. Now.
A flash of movement, and both men dropped. What the hell? Psycho had tackled the other guy and they were wrestling. Psycho raised his handgun and crunched the butt into his friend’s forehead. The impact rippled through him, and he crumpled, still. Psycho ripped away the rifle and tossed it. He flipped the guy over and forced his arms behind his back. What now? Should she still shoot?
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