“Rudbelt! You alright?”
Ethan, still carrying Cherry on his back, returned to help prop Ezra up. Ezra, pale-faced, merely nodded in silence.
“Where the hell did those bullets come from?”
Ethan muttered, scanning the area.
“The rooftop of the opposite building,” Nikolai answered.
They all turned their heads toward the rooftop, but the shooter was nowhere to be seen.
Dududududu—
