Page 55 of Fury

Davis leaned toward her. “Don’t engage.”

“But he’s going to kill her!” Her strangled whisper dug a figurative knife into his chest.

Germaine kept counting.

“Please!” Hollyn yelled when Germaine continued the countdown. “I don’t know what?—”

“Seven, six . . . ”

“Blank. Give me the source of that feed. Now,” Chapel demanded without drawing Germaine’s attention.

Leila shook as she violently tried to break free of her bonds. She yelled something around her gag.

“Four.” Germaine grinned. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Not good.

“Blank!” Chapel barked.

“Sorry! Almost . . . ”

Leila looked to the camera. Cried out.

“Two-one,” Germaine finished as one word.

Crack!

A curse rattled through Davis. He tucked his M4 in tighter against his shoulder.

“No!” Hollyn screamed as her friend jerked and slumped forward. “No, no!” She dropped to her knees, sobbing.

Fury barked several times, feeding off the energy in the room.

“Blank, you’re about to be unemployed.”

“The signal’s jammed! I can’t get a lock on it.”

“Have to be close to jam us,” Davis muttered into his mic.

With a sharp nod, Chapel aimed at the screens.

Crack! Crack!

Glass shattered and rained down on the concrete floor.

“Move,” Chapel ordered. “They’re here somewhere. Two-man bounding formation.” He quickly named pairs. “Find them!”

Davis spun. Grabbed Hollyn and hauled her to her feet. “Come on.” He made her grab the side of his vest. Tapped his leg to recall Fury. “Seek-seek.”

Fury immediately began their hunt. As they advanced, Davis could feel Hollyn shaking.

Hang in there, Hol. We’ll get you out of this in one piece.

Germaine wasn’t going to end up on the winning side tonight.

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ZAHDA ISLAND, ABU DHABI, UAE

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