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Courtney gasped and ran back out, Nylah right behind her.
CHAPTER28
Liam’s eyes narrowed on the screen. He leaned forward as if that could somehow slow the text down. The chat was moving so damn quickly, he and Callum could barely keep up, even with their enhanced vision.
It was while waiting for any response to their email that they’d clicked into the chat forum. The posts had been fast and furious, and they hadn’t stopped.
“You following this, Wyatt?” Callum asked quietly to their friend who was on speakerphone.
“Yeah. Why’s there so much activity?”
Liam didn’t fucking know, but he didn’t have a good feeling about it. The people on the chat had worked themselves into a frenzy, upping their hate for Liam and his team. Talking about why they needed to be eliminated. Why there was a sudden sense of urgency.
Liam was just about to flick to the emails on his own computer when a comment had his eyes narrowing on Callum’s screen.
He leaned forward and used the keypad to go back up and highlight the comment. Callum tensed beside him as Liam read the post out loud in case Wyatt had missed it. “Blue Halo and Marble Protection won’t know what hit them.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Wyatt growled.
Dread started to gnaw at Liam’s gut. Something was coming, and it was coming soon. “Wyatt, is your team with you at Marble Protection?”
“Yeah, six of us are here.”
More comments started to filter down the page. More hate and slander. A particular one caught Liam’s attention.
They built those businesses with government fucking money. It’s only fitting we hit them where it’ll hurt most—their pocketbooks.
Hit them?
Then the next…
Guns at the ready, men. Two minutes until we light up the fucking night.
Liam shot to his feet as the next guy wrote one single word.
Boom.
“Get out,” Liam said—but not nearly loud enough. “Everyone fucking out! Wyatt, get your team out of the building!”
He moved through the hall, knocking on every office door and yelling the same damn thing. That they had to get the hell out of Blue Halo.
His teammates were up and moving, grabbing their weapons and racing to the front, then down the stairs. Liam made sure every man was out of the office before he followed. On the way down the stairs, he pulled his Glock.
He’d just run out the front door when the bomb detonated, so loud it deafened the world around him and with so much force that he flew through the air and hit a car on the other side of the road.
Pain surged through his body at the brush of flames. The impact with the car. He barely had time to feel it before a man rose from behind a parked car down the street.
“Shooter!” he shouted, in case his team hadn’t seen him. He slid over the car he’d just crashed into. Callum dove beside him as bullets hit the metal of the old Mazda.
“You okay?” Liam asked without looking at his friend.
“Yes. You?”
“Yeah.” He poked his head out to see his team had all found cover. Good. “Let’s end this quickly.” Because all he could goddamn think about was Nylah. Was she okay at The Grind? He needed to get to her. Get confirmation that she was okay.
“Agreed,” Callum growled.
Bullets continued to fly through the mostly deserted street, flames lighting the dim sky from his right. Liam waited. He needed a small lull in gunfire so he could move. Shoot. Kill.
