The helicopter lands on a rooftop three blocks from my office.
We were barely on solid ground when gunfire erupted again.
"Fuck!" Tony shoved me behind the industrial equipment and returned fire. "They were waiting for us!"
There were more mercenaries, like they knew exactly where we'd land.
"How did they-" I start.
"Later!" Tony's already moving, pulling me toward the roof access door. "Stay low!"
We're running again downstairs, through hallways, seeing gunmen everywhere like they have the whole building mapped.
Tony eliminates threats with terrifying efficiency - three shots, three bodies down: no hesitation or remorse.
This isn't the man I fell in love with; this is the monster everyone warned me about.
We reach the parking garage, and a car was waiting - a black SUV, bulletproof, the engine already running.
"Get in!" Tony shoves me into the passenger seat and climbs behind the wheel.
