(Noah)
Glass kept breaking behind us while Roan covered the hallway.
Dex shoved the rear door open first and checked outside before motioning us through. Pierce stayed close now, the folder gone from his hands and the reality finally catching up to him properly. That happened sometimes when men realized danger wasn’t theoretical anymore.
It became easier to direct them after that.
I pushed Pierce ahead of me into the back lot while Roan fired one more shot through the broken window behind us. The blue sedan near the front shifted immediately after that, tires cutting hard against pavement before the driver backed off the curb.
“They’re moving,” Roan said.
“Let them,” I answered.
We reached the second vehicle behind the storage row. Dex got Pierce into the back first while I pulled m
