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“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Zain murmured.
“We’re behind you,” Jordan replied.
“Stay to the shadows,” Mac ordered. He slipped around the corner silently.
Jordan followed with Zain behind her. They kept close to the brick walls. Mac picked up his pace to a light jog.
Jordan continued to scan the area. They came up on the old abandoned train car. She held her breath as Mac paused near it. He held up a fist for them to remain where they were. Jordan wanted to protest, but she knew it would be pointless. Mac crept forward to the car and rested back against it.
Jordan and Zain both aimed their weapons at the windows. She didn’t see any movement, but she wasn’t satisfied yet. It wasn’t a passenger train where there would have been large windows. It was a freight one with small windows that didn’t reveal anything for them in the low light. Mac slowly moved along the side of the car, keeping low to the ground. Once he was near the edge of it, he turned and signaled.
“You’re up next, princess,” Zain murmured. He turned away, sweeping the area behind them with his gaze. He trained his gun in the opposite direction of Mac.
“You better be right behind me,” she said. If he wasn’t, she wouldn’t hesitate to go back for her future brother-in-law.
His only response, a low chuckle.
Jordan tightened her grip on her weapon and moved. She mimicked Mac and arrived beside the car. She remained low and managed to make her way to him. She strained to hear if anything or anyone was inside it but was only greeted with silence. She studied their target door again. It was made of steel and appeared to be heavy. If it was locked, then they were fucked. Their alternative was to keep going down the shaft which had even less light than they had now.
Jordan swallowed hard.
They could do this.
Zain sidled up next to her. He elbowed her in the side.
“Miss me?” he murmured.
“You are deranged and need to get checked out,” she muttered. How many hits to the head had he taken?
“The CT of my brain checked out fine, I’ll have you know,” he retorted.
Mac grunted and held up a fist to them. Jordan shook her head and focused on her sergeant. Gunfire echoed down the shaft. Jordan stiffened and went to move. Her fellow officers were taking heat. Mac grabbed her by her shoulder and held her in place.
“Dec, what’s your location?” Mac asked.
Jordan and Zain fell silent while waiting to hear their other sergeant’s response through the comms. If Declan didn’t answer soon, she would be going back to help. She met Zain’s gaze in the low light, and he gave her a nod. He’d read her mind. There was no leaving a fellow SWAT officer behind.
“Keep moving,” Declan’s voice appeared in her ear.
She relaxed slightly but was ready to help intervene.
“We aren’t that far behind you. Myles and Ash were separated?—”
“We’re good,” Myles’s deep voice broke through. “Just had to take care of a few things. We’ll be there in just a second.”
“They are fucking herding us,” Declan growled.
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Jordan muttered.
When they had entered the sub level, they had been slightly confused and were met with gunfire. They had run the opposite way, and ever since, the gang had been behind them.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Declan said.
“Roger that,” Mac replied. He turned to her and Zain. “Stay here. I’m going to get that fucking door open.”
Jordan shifted into position at the edge of the car where she could see down the darkened shaft. The train tracks disappeared into darkness. Farther down the way was another light, but it was far, and she didn’t have a good sense about the alternate path. This door had to open.
But where did it lead?
