Nonetheless, one of the men walked to the closest fire escape and started up.
“Mine,” Kegan said, barely above a whisper, before crawling down to await the man. He pulled his knife from his boot, holding it ready. The man’s head appeared. He looked around but it was too late. Kegan slashed his throat then pulled his body onto the roof.
“Anything?” the man in the alley called up.
“Just the three bears,” Ash replied. He stood, holding his .357 Sig, and fired. The first bullet hit the man’s shoulder. He still managed to fire back. “Lucky shot,” Ash muttered as the bullet hit his upper arm. Ignoring the pain, he shot twice and the man fell to the ground.
Gage was already halfway down the fire escape. He jumped the last few feet, gun drawn, and went over to check the body. Looking up, he gave the Okaysign.
Kegan quickly wiped his knife clean on the shirt of the man he’d killed, sheathed it, and went over to Ash, asking, “How bad?’