A single, loud tone rang out from the phone’s speaker.

It was not a call.

It was a transmission.

On the screen, a digital timer began to count down from ten.

And a text message from an unknown number flashed across the display.

*The gates are open.*

Suddenly, the heavy iron doors at the far end of the warehouse began to screech.

They groaned as they slowly slid upward.

A brilliant pair of headlights pierced through the darkness of the harbor.

The sound of a heavy diesel engine roared into the space.

Everyone froze.

The headlights illuminated the entire floor, blinding Victor’s guards.

Richard gasped, his grip loosening on my arm.

I took my chance.

I drove my elbow backward into my father’s ribs.

He gasped, the wind knocking out of him as he stumbled back.

The knife scraped my collarbone, leaving a stinging line of heat.

I threw myself to the wet concrete floor, rolling toward the shadow of a rusted generator.

“Get down!” Declan roared.

A volley of gunfire erupted from the catwalk.

Sparks flew from the metal beams above as Roman returned fire.