He turned to his sister. “Get down and stay there until I come out to get you,” he said. There wasn’t going to be time for a lot of instructions, and he could only hope that she wouldn’t encounter anyone while hiding. Conor reached over and pulled out his guns. “Be careful,” she whispered. He nodded and headed to the building to peek inside. From his position, he could see Anna waving a pistol around and firing at random. In the corner, Boris and one man hunkered down, waiting for her to run out of ammunition. “Come on,” he said and scanned the area for Claire, but he couldn’t see her. With the way Anna was firing, she could be lying on the floor and bleeding. His heart dropped into his stomach at the thought. Not wasting any time, he worked his way around to the side. If he could get in before she stopped shooting, they wouldn’t even know he was there. Conor pushed open the broken door and made his way inside. He started to sweat when silence fell over the office. Someone started to shout, and he ran, not caring if he was heard.
