Chapter Thirty Nine

"Stick close," I urged, taking the initiative.

Honestly, despite the fact that my gun abilities have substantially improved under Justine's tuition, I'm not really prepared to take leadership in most scenarios. But, in reality, neither was Peter. He wasn't bad with his weaponry, but he's impulsive, impatient, and would rush into a circumstance without properly appraising it. Especially if his mind was on his arguments with Diana rather than the work at hand.

He trailed after me, hunkering down a little by my shoulder, his eyes scouring the parking garage for any hint of activity. I could hear Diana and Justine moving about above us, so I attempted to block out the noise of their footsteps and concentrate on the space in front of us. The door is adorned with a bronze number eight. There are windows on both sides of the entrance, but the curtains were closed, so we couldn't see inside without opening the front door.

Peter and I double-checked our firearms to be sure they were primed a