Diana gripped my hand tighter, her palm sweaty with adrenaline. "We're moving. Now!"
She fired three quick shots toward a shadow she saw near a broken window, the muzzle flashes lighting up the corridor like lightning.
Then she pulled me forward in a low crouch, shielding my body with her own as bullets continued chewing through the walls above our heads, showering us with clouds of plaster dust and concrete fragments.
A large floor-to-ceiling window just behind us shattered completely in a deafening explosion of glass as a sniper round passed literally inches from my head — the supersonic crack so loud it felt like my eardrums would burst.
Grace took point ahead of us, gun raised and steady despite the chaos. "This way! Underground exit!"
Another guard running just ahead of us was suddenly hit by a sniper shot that tore through two windows in a straight line.
