Another gunshot blasted through the speaker, so loud it made me jump.

The static flared, screeching in my ears.

I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to a God I hadn’t spoken to in years.

*Please let him live.*

*Please let us both get out of this.*

A bright beam of light swept across the dashboard of our car.

I looked up through the window.

The metal doors of the warehouse were beginning to slide open.

The heavy metal door of the warehouse screeched as it rolled upward.

A blinding spotlight cut through the falling snow, painting the interior of our car in sharp, stark white.

“Stay down!” Agent Miller shouted, his boots crunching on the icy gravel as he bolted toward the opening.

More agents in dark tactical gear rushed past the sedan, their rifles raised.

I pressed my face against the cold rubber mat, my hands wrapping around my swollen stomach.

The baby kicked, a sharp, sudden movement that made me gasp.

From the speaker on the dashboard, the static roared, mixed with the sound of wind and desperate breathing.