Page 25 of Black and Brown

Before either of them could turn and bolt, Spectre intercepted their retreat.

“Hold position.”

Their handler’s voice was sharp and strained, meaning whatever sudden change had been assigned, he wasn’t happy about it.

Mirage

“New target acquired,” Spectre confirmed, reversing their plan to get the fuck off the roof before the police were dispatched.

“Call it,” Mirage answered, squatting closer to Grace.

“Eliminate the bodyguard in white. I repeat, the bodyguard in the white blazer. One in the abdomen, one in the heart.”

There were two bullets left in the magazine.

Grace made a series of rapid adjustments to the weapon while Mirage calculated the best angle to hit their new target.

The top floor of the restaurant was now a scene of chaos as the customers and waitstaff scurried to get to safety.

The six remaining bodyguards were ducking with weapons drawn while searching for the direction of the shots.

Grace waited for Mirage’s new coordinates.

“Three minutes and fifty-seven seconds,” Spectre reminded them.

Spectre was able to direct and inform, but there was no way for him to help them execute.

The bodyguard in white was trying to drag Berkowitz’s lifeless body out of sight.

“Target on berm, aim left edge,” Mirage hurriedly said. “Range 2690, 1.2.1 left, wind SW half value.”

“Shooter ready,” Grace answered.

Mirage hadn’t noticed his partner adjust the scope because he’d done it so fast.

“Zero adjustments, no holds.”

Grace released a smooth exhale, and Mirage ordered the commands all in one breath.

“Fire, rotate six degrees, fire.”

Grace nailed it as Mirage knew he would.

They didn’t bother with the equipment as they bolted toward the rooftop exit.

Now, it was Spectre’s job to navigate them the hell out of there.

“Two minutes, four seconds,” he informed first.

Fuck.

The clock was ticking.

Were they really expected to run down thirty-two floors in two minutes?

They were fast, but what the fuck?

“Stay on the roof and get to the east side.”