I barely dodge in time.

The bullet hisses past where my head was a second ago, smashing into the concrete wall behind me. Cracks spiderweb outward from the impact, dust sifting into the air. The acrid sting of gunpowder fills my nostrils, and my head snaps toward the shadows where the shot came from. Footsteps shuffle closer.

If I’d hesitated, my blood would be painting the walls of this warehous...