Chapter 90: Taran

"Heads up!"

Stryker's booming voice startles us both awake. Diogo sits up, immediately slamming his head into the bottom of the pew we'd fallen asleep under. After we had sex, Diogo decided it was the best place for us to be able to sleep together and have decent cover. He barely pauses to absorb the shock before rolling out the other side and leaping to his feet, knife in hand.

"Oh there you are," Stryker grunts. I sit up, blinking sleep from my eyes, just in time to see Stryker throw something at Diogo. When Diogo catches it, I realize it's a rifle.

"The fuck is going on?" Diogo demands, checking the weapon for bullets then cocking it in readiness.