“Get the tablet!” my father screamed, taking a brutal punch to the jaw from Voss.
I dropped the rifle and scrambled toward the tablet. The screen glowed maliciously in the dim light.
81% Complete.
Voss threw my father off him, raising his gun to execute him.
Lucas, finally free of his bindings, launched himself off the desk. He hit Voss like a freight train, driving his shoulder into Voss’s chest. The gun skittered away into the darkness. The two men engaged in brutal, hand-to-hand combat, trading bone-crunching blows. Six years of torture and captivity fueled Lucas’s fists, but Voss was fresh and uninjured.
88% Complete.
I looked back out the door. Ryan had reached the base of the comms tower. He was ripping open the gray junction box that housed the hardline fiber-optic cables.
I could hear Commander Hayes over the radio clipped to Mercer’s vest. “All units, converge on Building 32 and North Annex. Shoot to kill on unrecognized personnel.”
