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As soon as that last round left his gun, Devine opened fire again, discharging his weapon fast, side to side in a crisscross pattern, high to low. In the narrow confines of the hallway it would have taken a contortionist not to be struck with one of the rounds. But after his opening salvo, he doubted whoever was out there would have stayed put to be shot down. He only hoped it had bought them some precious time.

Come on, sirens.

He quickly reloaded, and keeping his breathing calm and level, he continued to listen.

A few moments later he heard something bang against the door. Not a bullet, but something hard. His mind flashed through the various possibilities. A body? A piece of furniture? A…

Shit.

He pulled the mattress down over the front of the bed as a shield and then slid under the bed, pushing himself back next to Coburn and covering the woman with his body.

“Brace yourself,” he hissed. “Eyes closed and fingers in ears. Now.”

Something exploded a moment later, blowing open the door and hurtling the heavy bureau against the mattress and bed frame.

“Oh my God!” screamed Coburn.

Devine did not scream. He rolled out from under the bed and immediately fired at the doorway, letting whoever was out thereknow that their tactic had not worked. He saw two men retreating down the hall as his shots whizzed by them.

“Stay here!” he ordered Coburn.

He leapt up and burst through the doorway, which was now twice as large as it had been. As he glanced back, Devine saw that the thick mattress was burned and shredded from the blast, but it had saved their lives.

Even though it cost him time, Devine quickly searched the house to make sure no one was waiting for him to run past before going in and finishing off Coburn. Then he hurtled to the front door. He heard sirens in the distance, which made him feel much better.

He peeked out the open front door, and then jumped back as bullets flew past him and lodged in the wall. He took another cautious look and saw the two men running away from the house. He raced outside, calling out, “Drop your weapons. Down on your knees, now, hands clasped above your head. Now, or I will shoot.”

They just ran harder. He next fired a warning shot over their heads to let them know he meant business.

They still kept sprinting, running for the patch of woods across from the house. He hustled after them, aiming for the tree line into which they’d just plunged.

Why the hell were they running so hard? They outnumbered him and were armed.

Oh shit.

He stopped so fast, he almost fell over. He turned back to the house, but had taken only a single step toward it when the structure disappeared in front of him, blowing upward and outward.

Devine was thrown backward at least ten feet, landing in the dirt next to the tree line. As he lay there, concussed and bruised and fighting to catch his breath, debris hit all around him.

He heard a car start up from somewhere.

Seconds later a vehicle shot past him.

He once more heard sirens, closer this time. The cavalry was showing up, only far too late.

He rolled to his right, stood, raised his gun, and tried to fire at the car, but he couldn’t manage it.

His vision was blurred, his face flushed, his lungs seized up, and his heart was racing.

A sharp pain then hit his frontal lobe.

A moment later Travis Devine toppled to the dirt.

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DEVINE, CAN YOU HEAR ME?Devine!”

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