Gage never slowed.
His eyes swept across the battlefield, instantly identifying the greatest threat before eliminating it. Every movement flowed seamlessly into the next: advance, kill, take cover, fire again. There was no hesitation, no wasted motion, only ruthless efficiency as the mercenaries fell one after another.
"Fuck! We weren't paid to die here!" one of the survivors shouted in panic. "Abort the mission!"
"Too late."
Gage's voice was calm.
A single shot rang out.
Bang!
The last mercenary crumpled to the ground before he could take another step.
Gage swept his gaze across the battlefield.
Silence.
Every mercenary lay motionless on the ground, each with a single bullet hole through the center of the forehead. The fight had ended almost as quickly as it had begun.
"Ashley..."
The thought of his sister snapped him back to reality.
Without another glance at the bodies, he hurried to Mr. Lowe's side. The man was still unconscious.
