“You okay, man?” “I’m fine, Agent. You might want to check on Doug over there. He took one in the belly.” “Will do. Hang on. There’s help coming.” Maya ran in the direction he’d indicated and found a young patrolman unconscious with a gaping, bloody hole in his stomach. Quickly, she pulled off her T-shirt and rolled it up so she could put pressure on the wound to try and slow down the bleeding. Nik soon joined her. He pointed at the other fallen officer and shook his head, sadness obvious in his expression. Fury overrode her hope. “Dammit!” “Bastards were determined to get away, no matter what.” “Yeah! I’m really sorry. But now the charge will be murder one. Hopefully, that’ll make them talk. Maybe they’ll tell us where the container is.” Maya couldn’t wait to drill the losers when they got them in the interview room. “That depends on what scares them the most. And, somehow, from what we heard earlier, I don’t think they’re as afraid of prison as they are of their boss.”
