Chapter 64: The rescue
Nathaniel dropped, rolled, and came up behind another pillar just as another shot rang out, exploding plaster and dust around him. He peeked out, spotted the man—a tall, broad figure with a scar slicing across his cheek, gun raised.
Nathaniel exhaled slowly. Then he darted from behind the pillar, firing two quick rounds. The first missed, the second clipped the man’s arm. The leader growled in pain but didn’t go down. Instead, he fired wildly, backing toward a narrow passage.
Nathaniel chased, footsteps pounding the floor.
They weaved through broken rooms, gunfire echoing off the walls. Nathaniel slid behind an overturned table as bullets whizzed past. He peeked over, aimed, and fired again, this time hitting the man in the leg.
The leader stumbled, crashing into a stack of crates.
Nathaniel closed the gap fast. He kicked the gun from the man’s hand and slammed him to the ground with a hard, precise strike.
"Where is she?" he snarled, his expression murderous.
The man groaned, coughing blood, but didn’t speak.
Nathaniel raised his gun, pressing it to the man’s forehead.
"I said—where?"
Through the cracked door behind him, a weak whimper came out. His heart clenched.