The gunshot cracked through the warehouse.
BANG!
The sound was deafening. Sharp. It echoed off the concrete walls, bouncing back, getting louder for a moment before fading.
Liam's body moved before his brain could process the threat.
His legs buckled. Not a dive. Not a duck. Just his knees giving out completely. His whole body dropped straight down.
He hit the concrete.
Hard.
His right shoulder connected first. Pain shot through his arm. Then his side. His hip. His body rolling with the momentum. Sliding across the floor. Concrete scraping against his clothes.
Three feet. Four. Five.
He stopped. Flat on his back. Chest heaving.
The bullet passed through the space where his torso had been a second ago. He heard it. A whistle. High-pitched. Then a distant ping as it hit something metal in the back of the warehouse.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Three hundred people holding their breath.
Then Iggy started laughing.
