Chapter 9 - The Ultimate Sacrifice

Bullets chewed through the steel catwalk beneath their feet. Sparks rained down like fireworks as Damon returned fire, taking down two shooters on the lower crane.
"Rocco! Cover the left flank!" Damon ordered. "Ivy, stay behind me!"
"I have a clear shot at Vance!" Ivy said, bringing her sidearm up and lining up the sights on the man who had ruined her life.
She squeezed the trigger. The shot struck Vance in the shoulder, spinning him around and dropping him behind a wooden crate.
"Move! We need to pull back to the vehicles!" Damon shouted, taking Ivy by the wrist and guiding her down the steel staircase.
As they reached the main ground level, a sudden roar of an engine filled the alley. An armored SUV burst from behind a stack of containers, accelerating directly toward Ivy at high speed.
A mercenary leaned out of the passenger window, raising a heavy automatic shotgun aimed squarely at Ivy's chest.
Ivy froze—the heavy headlights blinding her in the dark rain.
"Ivy!" Damon screamed.
Without a second thought, Damon threw his entire weight forward, shoving Ivy out of the path of the speeding vehicle.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A spray of buckshot cut through the rain. Damon fell hard onto the wet asphalt beside her, his body taking the full brunt of the gunfire meant for her.
"DAMON!" Ivy shrieked.
She scrambled to his side on her hands and knees. Blood was pooling rapidly beneath his dark jacket, staining the rainwater crimson. Damon gasped, his face pale, but his hand reached up, weakly grasping her cheek.
"Are you... alright?" he choked out, blood on his lips.
"You idiot!" Ivy sobbed, tears mixing with the rain on her face. "Why did you do that?!"
"I told you..." Damon whispered, forcing a faint, brave smile despite the agonizing pain. "You're my voice... can't lose my voice..."
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Rage—pure, unadulterated, lethal rage—flooded through Ivy’s veins. The quiet domestic maid was completely gone, replaced by the lethal intelligence operative trained to destroy.
She picked up Damon’s discarded assault rifle from the ground, racked the heavy bolt, and stood up in the middle of the rain-slicked dock.