would ever find even if they tried and if Tatum attempted to come for us, she'd end up caught too.
Troy Memphis would get away with everything. Killing my family. Unleashing this virus. Running that sick club. Abusing his son. All of it and no doubt countless more atrocities too. The man was a fucking plague on our state, our country - hell, the entire world. We had him to thank for the mess we were all in with the Hades Virus and I was going to take him down if it was the last fucking thing I did.
I looked between the others as I pressed my back to a huge metal storage unit and we waited while the searchlights swept past. The entire camp was abuzz now, soldiers darting left and right, flashing our photographs at people and hunting for us. They knew we were running from them and no doubt the security around the fences would be insane, but we had no choice. We had to take our chance and hope for the best.
The scent of smoke blew over us on the wind and I strained my ears to listen as the shouts of the soldiers turned harsher, the chain of command snapping into place as orders were barked and uniformed men and women ran past us, all of them heading in the same direction.
Something new was happening.
I chanced a look out of our hiding place as a unit ran by, my eyebrows rising as I spotted an orange glow lighting up the sky in the distance.
"Do you think your uncle might have anything to do with that?" I murmured, ducking back out of sight and looking at Kyan.
"He does enjoy a bonfire," he agreed just as a high-pitched whistle cut through the air and I tipped my head back in time to see a huge red firework explode across the sky.
"What the hell?" Blake murmured but Kyan just laughed.
"Yeah - that's Niall alright. Time we got the fuck out of here."
"Come on then," Saint barked, pushing past me as he peeked out of our hiding place then took off down the pathway outside it.
I sprang into motion, chasing after him with the others right beside me as more and more fireworks lit the sky overhead.
There was so much noise coming from the soldiers as they tried to get the situation under control that I didn't even notice the sound of footsteps ahead of us until we rounded the corner right before the fence.
We skidded to a halt in the mud as we came face to face with the three soldiers who stared at us in surprise for a beat before seeming to recognise us as the guys they'd been searching for.
The one in the centre of the group opened his mouth to say something but Kyan roared as he charged forward, tackling him into the mud without so much as missing a beat.
The briefest thought of how fucking insane this was crashed through my mind, but as the soldier closest to me went for his sidearm, I slammed my fist into his elbow to stop him, my shoulder connecting with his abdomen a moment later as I took him to the ground too.
Saint and Blake dove on the third soldier and I was lost in a tangle of flying fists, freezing mud and desperation as we fought with all we had to overpower them.
This wasn't like fighting some random dude in a street brawl, these men had training and they knew how to fight. But they had also been taken unawares and were encumbered by their bulky uniforms while we had the advantage of fighting for our damn lives. Desperation was a powerful tool when it was put to good use and there was no greater motivation than the need in us to escape this place and get back to our girl.
My ribs flared with pain as the guy beneath me punched and kicked, his blows heavy and meant to wound, but I was a big motherfucker who had spent years training to fight. I had the edge on him and we both realised it in the same moment.
I punched him hard then managed to hook an arm around his neck, flipping him onto his front and exerting pressure as I drove my knee into his spine.
A glance to my right revealed one of the other soldiers lying unconscious in the mud and a beat later, Saint had a gun pressed to the head of the guy beneath