Page 63 of Kiana's Hero

“Rex.”

“Teller.”

“Dev.”

“Hawk,” Hawk ended.

Dev was closest to the gunmen. “I spotted a man on top of that stack of crates, three high, to our right. Another directly ahead in a prone position behind the left rear wheel of that pickup.”

“I’ll distract them,” Teller said. “Be ready.”

“I’ll take the man on the stack,” Rex whispered.

“I’ve got the man behind the wheel,” Hawk said.

“And go.” Teller left his position and dove behind a row of boxes stacked on wire shelves all the way to the ceiling.

Gunfire erupted from multiple positions.

Dev focused on the shadows moving anywhere else except for those he’d already noted. He picked off a man leaning over the hood of the truck. The man slid to the ground and remained still.

Rex dropped the guy on the stack.

Hawk fired twice, chasing the man behind the truck tire as he attempted to retreat further back.

“You might as well give up. My men are on their way as I speak,” a man’s voice called out. “You will not leave this warehouse alive unless you surrender now.”

“Rocko, your men are surrounded by my men,” Hawk responded. “You’re the one who won’t make it out alive if you don’t surrender now.”

Rocko chuckled, the sound echoing in the rafters. “A standoff, is it?” The laughter ceased. “So be it.”

A man rushed out of the shadows toward Dev’s position.

He barely had time to aim and fire. At the last moment, Dev sent a bullet through the guy’s chest, dropping him at his feet.

All hell broke loose as Rex leaped forward with Teller covering him. Hawk rushed next. Dev provided cover for his boss and leaped next as the others covered him with a barrage of bullets, keeping Rocko and his guys hunkering low.

Dev saw a flash of white to the right behind a tall row of boxes. “Cover me. I’m going right.”

“Got your six,” Hawk said. “Go.”

Dev circled back a little, clinging to the shadows as he turned and headed toward the row of boxes where he’d seen the flash of white.

He emerged into a row behind his target and spotted Rocko ducking low, peering through the gaps between containers. His handgun was drawn and ready, and one of his men was beside him with a military-grade rifle laid over the top of a box and aimed toward Dev’s team.

Dev dropped the man with the rifle and then, before Rocko could turn, shot Rocko in the leg.

The gang leader dropped his pistol and fell to the ground, clutching his thigh.

When Dev emerged from behind the row of boxes, Rocko lunged for his handgun.

Dev kicked it out of the man’s reach. “You’re done, Rocko. Your gang is finished terrorizing the city.”

Rocko sneered up at Dev. “You’re wrong. You may think you have us, but you’re so very wrong.”

“You probably think your contact on the Honolulu Police Department will let you off again with nothing but a slap on the hand, don’t you? I mean, that’s what they’ve done in the past.”

Rocko gripped his leg in an attempt to slow the bleeding. He stared up at Dev, his eyes narrow and angry. “You can’t touch us.”

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