“Sniper.” Someone yelled.
The shout echoed across the compound a fraction of a second after the rifle cracked through the afternoon air and everyone reacted instinctively while weapons came up and people scattered toward cover.
Blade hit the ground hard behind a concrete loading barrier while another round slammed into the side of the warehouse only inches above where his head had been.
Concrete exploded into the air and dust covered everything as my pulse hammered against my ribs.
“Blade.” I yelled.
“I’m good.” He yelled back.
The answer came immediate and he was alive. But Drake grabbed my arm before I could move.
“Stay down.” Drake said.
“I’m checking him.” I said.
“You’re staying alive.” Drake said.
Another shot echoed across the yard and the bullet punched through th
