Chapter 45

What about opening the garage door? He bent down to try the handle and nearly joined the dead agent on the ground. Time to see how badly he was hit. He peeled up the wet shirt. The bullet had plowed a furrow along the length of his ribs. It didn’t look too dangerous—but then again, the cement blocks of the gas station kept changing places when he turned away from them. He was bleeding pretty heavily, and every breath stung like a knife wound, but he really didn’t think anything vital had been hit. Maybe the station had a first aid kit inside.

Peering into the grimy window of the garage door, he decided that the gas had cleared enough for him to venture inside. He put his sleeve over his nose and made a dash across the room to open the side door. This created a cross draft that quickly scattered what little smoke hung at the back