Ryan's finger squeezed the trigger.
The bullet struck perfectly, punching through the detonator mechanism on Logan's belt while simultaneously catching his hand.
The device shattered, components scattering across concrete as Logan jerked backward with a cry of pain, the detonator skidded across the floor, broken and sparking but not triggering.
For one heartbeat, everyone froze.
Then chaos erupted.
"Fall back!" Logan barked, cradling his bleeding hand. "Cover me!"
His mercenaries surged forward, their formation breaking as they moved to protect their boss, weapons swung toward Ryan, Marcus, and Matt. The warehouse filled with overlapping shouts and confusion.
Ryan's second shot dropped the mercenary closest to Logan, his third caught another in the chest before the man could even aim.
Matt was already engaging targets to their right, his weapon barking as he cleared their flank. "Stay down!" he shouted at Marcus.
