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the ground.
    The men are still facing away, so I can't hesitate for a moment. I thrash as much as I can, while still keeping hard pressure on the glass with my feet. I eventually get lucky and the sharp edge of the glass strikes the lowest band of duct tape, cutting it and weakening it. I strain and thrash more, feeling sweat bead and drip down my forehead, catching and following the dried riverbeds on my cheeks.
    Logan is getting closer, and I need to be able to help him. I can't be a useless burden again. I won't watch him fucking kill someone while I'm frozen on the ground in horrified panic. I've come this far, and there's no turning back now. I tear apart the bottom strap of duct tape and feel the rest of the tape-cocoon loosen around me. Now, I have more maneuverability and manage to thread my arm between two bands and grab the glass to free myself.
    The sharp edge slices deep into my palm and I wince, but finish cutting the tape until I'm free.
    The motorcycle is closer than ever, and just about to crest the final hill. I turn back run to hide behind one of the steel plates that's resting against the back of the range. I can still see down-range, but I should be safe if they look back and realize I'm gone. For a little bit.
    I pull out my gun and check that it's still loaded. The four brass rounds with silver dots shine back at me, and I click the cylinder closed. I swallow my spit as Logan appears in a cloud of dust and smoke. Blood drips down the handle of the gun, but I ignore it and just tighten my grip on it. I need to do this.

CHAPTER 5 — LOGAN
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    I 'm nearly at the shooting range. Every time I crest a hill, I can briefly see the outline of the long milk crates and shooting platform. As I get closer, I spot a white van. Then, two people standing at the range aiming down it as if they're practicing on a target. I'm sure they're well aware of me coming, since my motorcycle is so loud. But that's okay. I want them to know. I want them to be scared.
    Two men are standing at the front of the range, and I slow my bike down and brace myself. One man is wielding a gun, and the other is dressed in a white suit, the same suit from the drug drop. Victor Martinez. The guy with the gun must be one of the Samson brothers, but I don't really care to ask for his name.
    Their eyes are looking at me like I'm a piece of steaming meat. No words are exchanged as I power down the bike and climb off. A body is crumpled on the ground near them... and I immediately know who it is.
    Damian. Fucking Damian is dead.
    "Just stop right there," the man with the gun says as he points it at me. I hold my hands up and squint in the sunlight, peeling my eyes away from Damian's body. I stare at the men, judging them, trying to gauge what they plan to do. Fucking animals. The guy with the gun tilts his head as he turns to Victor. "This the guy?"
    "Yeah it's him. Bomb."
    I look around and try and find Cassie. She's nowhere to be seen. There looks like there is some shit at the back of the range, but she must be in the van that's behind me. I can't make any false moves, especially if a stray bullet will get her killed. I shouldn't have left her alone. I keep my arms stiff and stop looking around. "What do you want with me?"
    "Honestly I'm disappointed in Damian," Victor Martinez says. He kicks the body on the ground and it slides a bit on the loose dirt. "Fucking ratting out on us before we could make use of the girl."
    "Where is she?" I ask, hoping I didn't just make a grave mistake. The man in the white suit idly waves down the range without looking, and I stare past his hand. She's out there? I don't see her... I nod anyway, and look back at him. My gun is holstered in my jeans, and there's no way I can reach it with them trained on me like two dogs ready to kill. I need time. I need a distraction.
    "What do you want?" I repeat. "What the fuck do you want? I just talked to Gustavo. He said some shit about wanting the