Chapter 207

LUKE STARED THROUGH THE scope and fired off another round.

Of the ten men, five were down. He knew where two were. Zach had disappeared and two more had to be in the shed.

He rose, keeping the gun up, and crept down the hill. The blaze of the burned out car was starting to die down. The sound of the flames made the back of his neck prickle with memories of Libya and pulling Abigail out of the burning building, halfway dead already.

His knee-jerk urge was to go to her. Protect her. But he couldn't.

He had to find the gas.

She took care of the bomb.

He got the gas.

Something moved at the corner of the utility shed.

He swung to his left and fired. An answering blast of muzzle fire blossomed, but the shot went wide by maybe thirty feet.

Luke quickstepped forward toward the injured man and the shed, skirting the building by a wide berth.

The injured man rolled over on his back, hands grasping his chest.