Chapter 10 - The Leap into the Dark
A heavy-caliber round punched through the catwalk flooring right between my boots, sending iron shrapnel slicing past my cheek.
“Go!” I shouted, boosting Khloe upward toward the rusted roof hatch just as Javier scrambled up the stairs behind us, laying down suppressive fire with his submachine gun to cover our flank.
“Boss, the feds are sealing the rear perimeter!” Javier roared over the gunfire, reloading his weapon with practiced speed. “If we don't move now, we’re wearing handcuffs before midnight!”
Khloe hauled herself through the open roof hatch into the freezing rain outside, turning back to extend a hand down toward me.
I grabbed her wrist, pulling myself up through the gap just as a wall of lead chewed up the steel framing where we had been standing a second earlier.
The cold night air hit us like a physical blow. We were standing on the sloping, rain-slicked roof of the locomotive repair shed, thirty feet above the ground, with the sprawling, dark expanse of the freight yards stretching out before us like a labyrinth of steel.
Behind us, the red and blue emergency lights of federal cruisers painted the clouds in violent flashes, while the sound of boots storming the interior stairs echoed up through the open hatch.
“Where do we go from here?” Khloe shouted over the wail of sirens, clutching the flash drive tightly against her chest as the wind whipped her hair across her face.
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I looked out across the tracks toward a slow-moving freight train crawling out of the yards toward the state line, then down at the woman who had lied, manipulated, and dragged me into the crosshairs of a federal war.
“We catch a train,” I said, grabbing her hand.
