Chapter 10
Stepping out onto the catwalk, Michelle looked down at the labyrinth of rooms the others had just entered.
Instantly, Ricardo’s rifle zeroed on her for a half second, then swung away.
“Could he have—” Michelle couldn’t form the rest of the words.
“Yes. I wouldn’t move or speak again if I were you. Not when they’re in mission mode. Though it is encouraging that he identified us as friendlies rather than shooting us.”
Michelle swallowed hard but couldn’t seem to breathe.
Below, Hannah hugged up close to a doorway.
Ricardo kicked it in and Hannah slid through the door.
One! Two!
Two armed targets were shot.
The only sound was the sharp spit of Hannah’s silenced rifle, then the hard metal clang of the bullets hitting the target dummies.
Ricardo, a half step behind, shot t
