Page 189 of Silent Target

Falcon laughs. “We’ll complain to management.”

Gunfire echoes behind us.

Victor is following.

Mac glances over his shoulder. “The control room is two hundred yards ahead.”

“Security?” Rook asks.

Mac hesitates.

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“I haven’t been here in twenty years.”

“That isn’t an answer,” Cobra says.

“It’s the only one I have.”

We reach an intersection.

Mac turns left.

Steel doors slam shut ahead of us.

The impact shakes the corridor.

“Oh, come on,” Falcon mutters.

A mechanical announcement fills the bunker.

“Unauthorized movement detected.”

“Containment protocol initiated.”

Steel panels slide open along both walls.

Automatic weapon systems emerge.

Laser sights sweep across our bodies.

Mac’s face loses its color.

“They aren’t trapping us.”

Rook sees it. “They’re funneling us into a kill zone.”

The first turret rotates.

“Move!”

Gunfire consumes the corridor.

Caleb covers my body with his as we run.

Bullets strike the concrete behind us, filling the passage with dust and fragments.