Glitter and Gunfire/Bulletproof (Shadow Agents 4)

Cale pulled his own weapon. When those doors were unlocked, he knew exactly what would happen.

He also knew that Logan wouldn’t unlock them. Logan was the team leader. He would never sacrifice his team. Even if he had to risk his own life in order to protect them.

“Why don’t you get the hell away from me?” Logan invited roughly.

Cale dived for Cassidy, covering her with his body because he could already see Logan moving. Logan’s hand whipped up, and the crunch of bones—no doubt the gunman’s wrist shattering—filled the car even as a bullet erupted from the weapon.

The bullet flew over the driver’s seat, narrowly missing Cale.

The sounds of a struggle came from the front of the vehicle. Cale couldn’t help from his current position, so he jumped away from Cassidy, heaved open the back door and—

Genevieve was standing before him. Only she wasn’t alone. Another gunman. Another weapon. Only this gun was pressed under her chin.

“Come on, hero,” the man—his face covered by a ski mask—said. These thugs sure liked their masks. “Take another step, and she’s dead.”

Cale didn’t move. Not yet. But he planned.

Then Cassidy jumped from the car behind him.

“Cassidy!” Genevieve cried frantically. The woman tried to leap toward her, but the masked man tightened his hold, and Genevieve froze.

The thud of flesh hitting flesh echoed behind them, and in the next moment, Logan was rushing to Cale’s side. Cale had known the team leader could handle himself in that fight.

My money is always on Logan.

Now they just had to dispatch this bozo.

“I will kill her right now,” the man swore. “I will shoot her while you watch!”

“Then what?” Cale demanded. “We kill you? That’s your big exit plan? Death?”

But another vehicle was rushing up behind the armed man, and the guy wasn’t even looking over his shoulder.

Since he didn’t seem surprised or upset by the speeding car’s arrival, Cale knew it could only mean one thing....His backup.

“No, I have another exit plan.” The faintest of French accents tinged the man’s voice.

The Executioner had been French.

So was Genevieve.

Cale lifted his weapon and aimed at the gunman. “You aren?

??t leaving with her.”

“A sniper has you in his sights right now, Mr. Lane.”

Was he supposed to be impressed because the guy knew his name?

“If you don’t lower your weapon, you’ll be dead within the next five seconds.”

Bull. He knew better than to believe a line like that.

“Surely you do not think you’re the only one who has a sniper on his team?” The gunman shook his head. “Tell them, Genevieve.”

“I—I...it’s true!” Her voice was high and desperate. “They’ve been watching you, all of you!”

“We picked this spot. We sprang our trap.” The gun dug into Genevieve’s chin. “Now we want our prize.”