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SHOTS FIRED!
SYDNEY
Sydney sprinted up the last flight in the seven-story building, burst onto the rooftop, and hurried over to the edge. From her vantage point, she’d have no trouble taking Tank out.
And that’s when she witnessed the masked intruder opening fire on Slash.
BANG-BANG-BANG!
“Shots fired! Shots fired!” Tank yelled as Slash dove hard to the ground.
The hitman bolted behind a building.
“Enemy fire. Slash is hit,” Tank said into the comm as he ran toward her.
As Slash struggled to her feet, the gunman strode onto the main street of Tucker Town, a rifle cradled in his arms.
Ohmygod, no.
Lightning fast, Sydney unzipped her jumpsuit, grabbed her SIG from its holster in her belly band. As the man aimed his rifle at Slash, Sydney lasered-in on her target and opened fire.
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!
Bullets rained down on him, and he collapsed to the ground. Sydney ran toward the rooftop exit, racing down as fast as she could.
“Enemy down!” Tank called out while helping Slash to the ground.
Caroline and Addison hurried over as Sydney approached the gunman, her SIG pointed at the masked man lying on the street, blood oozing from his wounds. Though she’d hit him multiple times in the head and the chest, she needed confirmation he was gone.
Tank strode over, grabbed the shooter’s rifle.
“We gotta weapon-up and secure Tucker Town,” Dakota called out before he and Sin ran toward the main building.
“I got you,” Sydney said to Tank, her gun aimed at the shooter.
Tank pulled off the ski mask, removed his own glove, and felt for a pulse. “You took him out.”
“Who is he?” Sydney asked.
Tank stared at the gunman. “It’s one of Muhammad Haqazzii’s lieutenants.” When his gaze found hers, fury radiated from his eyes.
Still gripping her weapon, she followed him over to Slash, who sat on the street holding her blood-soaked shoulder.
Sin and Dakota came bolting back over. They handed pistols to Stryker, Prescott, Hawk, and Rebel. The six took off to clear the town for any remaining terrorists.
“Slash, any hits besides your shoulder?” Tank asked.
“A bullet grazed my shin,” Slash replied. “Who took him out?”
“Sydney did,” Tank replied.
“Where were you?” Slash asked her.
“Seven-story rooftop.” Sydney shot Slash a smile. “I needed a competitive advantage.”
“Nice shots,” Grey said, as Tucker came flying outside, a med kit in one hand, towels in his other.
