Chapter 330: Wednesday. Streets of Damascus, Syria.

ALEC GUNNED THE MOTORCYCLE'S engine and didn't slow down heading into the turn. The wheels skidded and the ungodly motorcycle-cart contraption went in a wide arc onto the next street. This late at night there wasn't as much foot traffic, which was a blessing and a curse. He glanced down the road behind them at the truck barreling after them.

"Hold on, Jules." Alec gave the bike everything he had and prayed it would be enough. "Ryan? Zain? Anyone-do you copy?"

Still no fucking answer.

Everything was going to hell. If they made it past tonight without getting their brains splattered across the pavement, he'd call it a win. He had no idea where his team was or if they were alive.

His focus was Jules. It had to be. He couldn't risk thinking about anyone else until he'd secured her. How he was going to do that was a mystery.