Laser fire lit up the night sky like the Charles River on the Fourth of July. “Their aim’s getting better,” Sal muttered. “Almost hit us that time.” His partner didn’t answer. Mat hadn’t said anything for hours. If they didn’t get out soon, he never would. “Don’t worry, Buddy, I’ll find a way.”

His pocket buzzed and shook. Sal swore. Could he ignore it? His cell blocked all but two numbers. His partner’s and his sister’s. Mat lay unmoving on a dirty pallet in the corner which left Sue. His baby sister, who at one time had been a crack operative in her own right. Now she was a scared civilian.

Sal’s blood raced. In all the time he’d had the phone Sue only called once—a year ago. They’d been set up by one of their own. The betrayal cost Sue her husband and son. It also cost her all memory of that mission. But their enemies didn’t know that. That’s why she went into hiding. Now she was calling for help.

Sal pulled out the phone and flipped it open. The text read: They’re here. Plan A