Part 62

“Come on,” I said to Jace urgently, and he ran to me.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, and I looked down.

“I’ll be fine,” I said.

I moved down the block of containers, about three rows away from where Falcon was, and toward the entrance where we had come in. The shots came at intervals now, and I hid Jace in a corner where he wouldn’t be spotted behind the pallets of wood.

“I’ll come get you. Don’t move, no matter what,” I said. Jace didn’t say a word, but he crouched down low behind the wood. I went back to the front part of the containers, and crouched down on one knee, and started shooting.

I saw it too late, and I felt the barrel against the back of my head. I lowered my rifle to the floor, and lifted my arms in surrender.

“Get up, you’re that fag’s friend, the one from the club,” he said, and I stood up, and turned around. He smiled as he aimed the rifle at my face. “Move there where your friends can see you.”

He shouted something to his friends in Spanish, and they withdrew to the s