"You bastard!" he roared, voice thick with rage and blood, eyes blazing with the wild fury of a cornered beast.
The warehouse exploded into chaos, a storm of violence that turned the air electric. Gunshots cracked like a fireworks finale, bam bam bam bullets slicing through the humid gloom from the five remaining men, their rifles barking as they snapped into action, boots scuffing the cracked concrete.
The broad man lunged first, his combat knife flashing like a silver fang under the flickering fluorescents, aiming for Devon's side with a snarl that promised death.
But Devon was already moving, adrenaline flooding his veins, his senses sharpened to a predator's edge. He yanked the tall man's staggering form in front of him like a shield, the man's body jerking as bullets slammed into his chest and back, blood splattering warm across Devon's face, the coppery stench mingling with the warehouse's damp reek of oil, mold, and rusted metal.
