*Bang!*


    Joshua twisted, and the bullet tore through his leg instead of his chest.<fnb867> Readplete version only at FιndNovel</fnb867>


    Foreman''s eyes darkened. Holding Keen made it difficult to aim properly. He was about to fire again when he saw Keen''s eyshes flutter. The boy was stirring.


    "Mr. Joshua..." Keen mumbled.


    Foreman''s expression changed. He couldn''t risk firing again. He looked back at the inferno consuming the room and a cold, cruel smile touched his lips. Killing Joshua himself was too risky. If Keen was even partially aware, his story would fall apart. Besides, if Gibson was caught and confessed that he hadn''t killed Joshua, Foreman would have no exnation.


    Better to let the fire do the work.


    With that thought, Foreman quickly pulled the heavy door shut. It wasn''t locked, but in Joshua''s current state, opening it would be nearly impossible.


    The thought of Joshua dying while he emerged as Keen''s savior filled Foreman with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.


    ***


    Ste''s search of her designated warehouse row had yielded nothing. The fires there were clearly just a diversion. Finished, she debated whether to support Foreman or Haynes. Foreman''s location was closer, so she decided to head there first.


    She had only gone a short way when she saw a figure approaching. As she got closer, she saw who it was-and who he was carrying and her heart leaped.


    She ran to his side. "Keen!"


    "He inhaled some smoke and passed out," Foreman said. "Tell Haynes to get out. We need to get Keen to a hospital immediately."


    Ste quickly pulled out her phone and called Haynes. "We''ve found Keen."


    "Thank God," Haynes replied. "There was another group here... they''ve captured Gibson. We''re on our way to you now."


    In truth, when Haynes had arrived at the scene of the gunfire, Harold and Jake had already taken control


    tried


    Capturing, Gibson as he to


    escape. Haynes was surprised by how smoothly the rescue had gone.


    After ending the call, he turned to Harold and Jake, who were frowning as they tried to call Joshua. "Star said they have Keen. Joshua might not be reachable; he could have lost hisms."


    Hearing that Keen was safe, Harold and Jake rxed slightly. They knew Joshua''s location was the most dangerous, as Gibson would haveid countless traps. In a crisis like this, there was no time to interrogate Gipson for details. They followed Haynes to regroup.


    ***


    Back with Foreman, Ste noticed the bloodstains and soot on his white shirt. "Foreman, are you hurt?"


    "It''s nothing," he said, though he was lying. "One of Gibson''s men shot me from the shadows." He hadn''t been entirely untruthful-he had been shot shortly after exiting the building, but it was a non-fatal wound. The shooter had likely realized he wasn''t the primary target and had ceased firing. The injury, however, suited his purpose perfectly. It made his


    rescue of Keen seem all the more heroic.