“Let’s go. We go in loud, don’t hold back, and remember what we are fighting for,” I snarl, as I snap the clip into place. “Oooh, I know this one! For my little bird!” Diesel grins. “Are you okay?” Garrett asks. “Not mentally, we all know that, but—” “Oh, I stabbed myself with some adrenaline. Let’s go!” he cries.
