He turned to Marcus, his face pale and set.

“Get the transport ready,” Rowan said.

Before Marcus could answer, a loud mechanical groan echoed through the hangar.

The large hangar doors at the far end began to slide open.

A pair of bright headlights cut through the darkness outside, shining directly into our eyes.

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

I shielded my eyes with my hand, squinting against the glare.

A black SUV burst through the opening, its tires screeching on the wet concrete.

It skidded to a halt directly between us and the side exit.

The driver’s side door flew open.

A man in a dark gray tactical jacket stepped out of the SUV, holding a submachine gun.

Before he could raise the barrel, Marcus fired a single shot from his silenced pistol.

The bullet struck the man’s shoulder, spinning him around and sending him crashing against the wet hood of the SUV.

Rowan was on him in an instant, dragging him down to the concrete floor of the hangar.

The man groaned, his weapon clattering across the floor.