Phoebe's POV
My marksmanship was exceptional—at least that's what Harold believed.
When Dave and his bodyguard attempted to escape the perimeter we'd established, Harold moved aside, giving me a perfect line of sight.
He simultaneously repositioned himself at another angle, shielding me from the gunfire of the bodyguards engaged with Johnson.
I noticed Harold glance toward Johnson, clearly exasperated that so much time had passed and he still hadn't neutralized a handful of bodyguards. 'One of the top instructors from the HDA Jackson Base? His combat skills are pathetic,' he thought. After capturing Dave, he would have to find time to talk to Mateo.
Kneeling on the hood, I took aim and squeezed off several rounds, puncturing all the tires on Dave's vehicle.
The car lurched wildly out of control. Inside, Dave was thrown around like a ragdoll, his usual composure completely shattered.
