Tuesday. Safe House. St. Petersburg, Russia.
EVAN KEPT A TIGHT hold on Felecia as they crossed the hall and made for the stairs close on Harper's heels. Jamie was staying behind, laying down fire while Logan and Tucker repositioned themselves.
The flash grenades had given the other men the edge they needed to even the numbers a little. There'd been maybe ten men out there, which meant there were around fourteen between them and the ground floor. And that was just an estimate. Tucker had sharp eyes, but no one was that good.
Tucker, Logan and Jamie talked over each other, coordinating their efforts on the eastern stair. The men in the hall must have come up the western stair which would account for why there wasn't anyone here.
Harper gestured for them to slow their descent. Evan grabbed Felecia's wrist and pulled her to a stop on a landing and tugged her down into a crouch.
"What about the others?" she whispered.
He tapped his comm, muting his mic. "They're fine."