The Wrong Kind Of Right
Fire roared to life, racing across the floor in a devouring wave, eating the shadows whole.
Heat blasted through the room, licking at the walls, climbing greedily upward.
Screams filled the air, Luca’s men staggering back, shielding their faces, while Reid used the split second of chaos to break from cover.
“Contain him!” Rhea shouted through the haze, her voice ragged, her figure half silhouetted by the inferno.
She fired twice, the shots sparking off metal as Reid dove, rolling across the floor with terrifying precision.
He moved like a shadow, the flames bending around him, his body already aiming for the far exit.
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