Chapter142:

Chapter 142 CELESTE The door exploded inward as someone kicked it. The dresser slowed them down, scraping across the floor but not fully blocking entry. A man pushed through the gap—mid-forties, professional military bearing, gun raised. I shot him. The recoil jarred my arms but my aim was true. The bullet caught him in the shoulder, spinning him around and sending his weapon clattering to the floor. He went down cursing, clutching the wound. Eight bullets left. "She's armed!" someone shouted from the hallway. "Fuck, she actually shot Miller!" More gunfire erupted, this time directed at me. I dove behind the bed as bullets tore through the mattress, filling the air with feathers and fabric particles. I couldn't stay here. They had superior numbers and firepower. If I let them pin me down in this room, they'd eventually overrun my position and find the boys. I needed to draw them away. Make them chase me through the house, use my knowledge of every nook and cranny against their numbers.