Ten minutes.
That's how long we have before Vincent's team reaches our floor.
The emergency lighting cast everything in hellish red, and Vincent's voice still echoed through the intercom. The sound of gunfire below was getting closer.
I switch into combat mode instantly. The part of me that's pure tactics, pure survival, and pure violence - the part Katherine rarely sees but needs right now.
"Luca!" I bark. "Defensive positions, bottle them at the stairwell- Now!"
"On it." He's already moving, coordinating his men. "Vincent's got eight, maybe ten hostiles. Professional grade."
"Morrison - ETA?"
She's on her phone. "FBI SWAT is eight minutes out, NYPD four minutes, but Tony, if they breach your floor before-"
"We hold." I turn to Katherine and Elliot. "Get in the secure room. Now."
"I'm not hiding." Katherine's already grabbed a weapon from our cache, the Glock I taught her to use, and checks the magazine with practiced efficiency. "We're partners, remember?"
