"Down!" Voss barked, shoving Tony behind a pillar.
Tony screamed anyway. Before Voss could get a clean angle, men emerged from the shadows. Five of them.
Black clothes. Guns steady. Luca's men. Voss knew it without needing introductions. One of them moved to the injured agent quickly.
"Don't!" Voss shouted.
The man ignored him and struck the agent hard enough to knock him out cold. That small mercy did nothing to calm the rage burning through him.
He scanned their faces. None of them was Luca. "I'm not going to let you take him," Voss said, stepping in front of Tony. Voss raised his gun, eyes moving from one man to the next. He counted distances. Weapons. Angles. If he fired first, he might drop one. Maybe two. But Tony would be exposed. The agent was down. Backup was unreachable.
Still, he held his ground.
"You move a step," Voss warned, voice hard, "I drop someone to the ground. Who is it gonna be?"
A beat of silence followed. Then a voice came from behind him.
