Stacking up behind the pillar, they moved out, scanning the rooftops, Bishop going left, Liam right, Bishop low, Liam high, with Reynoso guarding their six. Their every movement was choreographed in perfect concert, three bodies acting as one efficient, lethal organism. His heart pounded, the adrenaline rush pouring through his system, amping every sense. He was in his element. He could hardly admit it, even to himself. How much he missed this part. Working together as a team. Belonging to a brotherhood. Knowing with one hundred percent certainty that your partner had your six, no matter what.
