Mission gone bad

Aren's team shot a few sleep darts at those from Packton's and Mr. C.'s side, but they were quickly discovered. Those who weren't knocked down by the drug responded by firing their guns toward the rooftop. The real battle began.

I stood in front of the screen, squeezing my hands together and praying. My heart pounded wildly as I tried to figure out what was happening while looking at the surveillance footage. All I could see were gunshots, briefly lightening the air, and people from all sides running around. I glanced at Damian and Eli, but they were completely composed, only glancing at their watches.

“Sixty seconds up, time to make the call,” Eli said to Damian, Damian nodding in response.

“What's going on?” I asked, muttering.

Eli turned my way with a finger on the mouth gesture and motioned his head, pointing at Damian. A second later, his colleague was on the phone with the police making an anonymous call, informing that there was some kind of fight with gunshots at the Red Ho