Chapter 8 - CORNERED BEASTS
The marble walls of the executive lounge were being chewed to dust by the relentless crossfire. Maya’s hands were numb, her ears ringing with the concussive force of the weapons. The progress bar on the screen crawled agonizingly. Ninety-five percent.
Briggs, realizing what was happening, abandoned cover and charged the server room, firing wildly. A bullet clipped Maya’s shoulder, spinning her around and dropping her to the floor. White-hot pain exploded in her arm, but she refused to scream.
"Upload complete!" Vance roared. He yanked the drive out, grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall, and hurled it into the corridor. He fired his last bullet into the red cylinder.
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The resulting explosion of pressurized foam and metal shrapnel blasted Briggs backward off his feet, buying them a precious window of time.
"The FBI has the files. The cavalry is coming," Vance panted, dragging Maya up by her good arm. "But we have to get to the roof. The NYPD will breach the ground floor, and Briggs' men will bottleneck there. We need a medevac."
