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I shake my head.
“Sean—”
A burst of gunfire erupts outside.
Reality crashes back.
Sean immediately pulls me behind him.
The other two men moves toward the entrance.
Arthur grabs Greg, rolls him onto his stomach, and secures his wrists.
Sean turns to me.
“How many hostages?”
“Fourteen in this corridor.”
All three men freeze.
“Fourteen?” Taylor asks.
“Yes. I unlocked the rooms and put them together.”
Arthur stares at me.
“You freed fourteen girls?”
“They aren't free yet.”
Sean looks at me.
“Where are they?”
“Third room. Jasmine has the keys. One guard is unconscious inside.”
Taylor speaks into his radio.
“Fourteen hostages located inside the mine. Repeat, fourteen hostages.”
A voice answers through static.
“Copy. Tactical team moving to your position.”
I grab Sean's arm.
“There are more.”
His gaze snaps to mine.
“How many?”
“I don't know. They said first group. A cargo van left with another group.”
“Vega went after it.”
Relief nearly buckles my knees.
