One drew a gun.
 
 “Or not,” Rhys said.
 
 “Run,” Vander ordered.
 
 They spun, and sprinted in the opposite direction, zigzagging as they moved.
 
 The gunfire was loud, and they both dove to the floor. Bullets thudded into the wall nearby.
 
 Vander lifted his head and spotted an open doorway. “In there.” He leaped to his feet and raced through.
 
 Rhys followed and slammed the door closed behind them.
 
 They were locked in darkness.
 
 “Shit, I can’t see a thing,” Rhys muttered.
 
 “Wait.” Vander moved his hand over the wall and found a switch. He flicked it.
 
 The lights came on.
 
 He stiffened. “Shit.”
 
 They were in some sort of lab. Several long workbenches were loaded with equipment, glass beakers and metal pots, as well as tubing.
 
 “I think Navarro does more than keep prisoners in his dungeon,” Rhys mused, as he located the door’s deadbolt and turned it.
 
 Vander strode forward and spotted a table at the back stacked with white bricks in neat rows.
 
 Behind them, the door thudded as a heavy weight hit it.
 
 “Quick, let’s push a table in front of it,” Vander said.
 
 Together they shoved a heavy wooden table in front of the door, its feet squeaking on the concrete floor.
 
 “Now, let’s see if there’s another way out.”
 
 They both quickly searched the room. There were no windows and no other doors, except the one they’d used to enter.
 
 Vander’s eyes watered. The scent of chemicals in the room was so strong. Hell, he knew how dangerous drug labs could be.
 
 Gunfire sounded, bullets peppering the door. The assholes were trying to shoot their way in.
 
 “Idiots,” he muttered.
 
 Rhys pulled a face. “Vander, there’s no way out.”
 
 He ran through their options. They were all shitty ones.
 
 And he knew Brynn would know where he was by now and be on the way. “The only way out is through the front door.”
 
 “And the group of angry mafia guards on the other side.”
 
 Vander looked around. “We need to even the odds.”
 
 “Okay,” Rhys said slowly.
 
 Vander strode to the closest workbench. He looked over several bottles of chemicals, and picked one up, studying the label.