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The flashbang sailed inside.
A sharpboomrattled the hanger.
Shouts. A woman’s scream.
Gia.
Caleb flowed into the room, weapon raised, slipping into his training as effortlessly as pulling on a robe.
Blood.
Sickly sweet and metallic.
Death.
Body parts exposed to air that shouldn’t be.
Two men in black crouched over another, reaching for weapons.
Movement at the plane’s cabin door—a male.
A body sprawled in the center of the hangar, blood spreading across a white shirt.
A flash of surprise.Lopez?
Another body slumped near the plane’s nose.
Ortega.
Caleb’s mind processed the carnage in an instant, but one detail took precedence.
Gia.
By the plane stairs.
Eyes wide with fear.
Clawing at the arm locked across her throat.
A gun pressed to her temple.
Caleb shoved down the fear clawing at his own throat.
Fear would get Gia killed.
Two shots cracked from his team.
The men in black dropped.
Caleb kept his weapon trained on his target.
Juan.
The cousin. Gia was his shield.
Behind him, Lachlan covered the open cabin door.
Whoever had been there vanished deeper inside.