The Plan

Gunfire tore through the cabin.

Jace ducked behind an overturned table, his back pressed against the splintered wood. His breath came fast, his fingers tight around his gun. He peeked over the edge just in time to see a bullet punch into the wall inches from his head.

"Shit," he muttered, dropping back down.

Alice crouched beside him, reloading her weapon with quick, practiced hands. "We’re sitting ducks here," she said, voice sharp with frustration.

"Yeah, no kidding." Jace ...