The Last Stand

The air smelled like rain—thick and heavy, the kind that threatened a storm. Adrian crouched low behind a rusted-out car; his breath steady despite the chaos swirling around him.

"They're moving," Vincent whispered beside him. His grip on his gun tightened. "Callum's forcing them into position. He wants us backed into a corner."

Adrian let out a stream of air through his nose. "Let him think he's winning." He peered around the car, eyes locking on the warehouse across the ...