The call came less than ten minutes after Roman announced the safehouse had been compromised.
His burner phone rang and the expression on his face changed before he even answered it and Knox stood up straight away.
“What is it?” Knox asked.
Roman listened for several seconds before ending the call.
“They’re already there.” Roman said and we didn’t need to ask who.
The Black Reapers had beaten us again and Knox grabbed his rifle from the kitchen table.
“Move.” Knox said.
The cabin immediately turned into a flurry of motion and weapons disappeared into our hands.
Extra magazines filled pockets and truck engines roared to life outside.
I climbed into the passenger seat beside Knox while Roman and Bones followed close behind in another truck. We didn’t even see Bones until we
