But they were too far away. They wouldn’t make it in time.
94% Complete.
“Pull it, Ryan!” I screamed, praying my voice carried over the wind and the fighting behind me. “Pull the cables!”
Ryan grabbed a thick fistful of the black fiber-optic cables inside the box. He braced his boots against the metal housing and yanked backward with all his might.
The sniper on the warehouse roof found his mark.
Crack.
I watched it happen in horrifying slow motion. The high-caliber round caught Ryan in the right hip. The impact spun him violently in the air like a broken doll. He smashed into the chain-link fence, a spray of crimson painting the silver wire.
“RYAN!” my father shrieked, watching from the floor as Lucas pinned Voss in a chokehold.
Ryan collapsed into the dirt, clutching his shattered hip, screaming in agony.
I stared at the tablet.
99% Complete.
Network Handshake Initiating…
