TOB 69

CHAPTER SIXTY- NINE

ROSE AMARA POV

"This won’t do." Pakstan checks his gun, then curses in Russian. He's down to a few bullets. I’m not any better off.

My gaze trails to Pharaoah, who’s firing over the car's hood. The three of us are huddled behind the vehicle, caught in a gunfight that has lasted only a few minutes but feels like an eternity.

I had expected the British, but it's worse. Their Albanian allies have joined the fray and seem to have no fear. They readily step into gunfire as long as it means taking out their targets. Uncle River once told me that if a soldier dies, the Albanian leader honors him and ensures his name goes down in the organization’s history with reverence.

The ambush was smart. They managed to catch Pakstan, Pharaoah, and me together with only a few guards. Outnumbered, it's easier for them to try and take us out now.

We’ve been trying to stall until backup arrives.

“How much do you have left?” I ask Pharaoah.

“Five.” He fires a shot, hitting an Albanian in