Another shot blasted somewhere behind them, and Reese pitched forward with half of his head gone. Foster whirled around and saw Jake Rivers at the bottom of the escalators. He threw himself aside as Rivers fired again. The shot went wide because of Foster’s quick reaction.

“Stop him!” Foster yelled at Alec, who was staring openmouthed at Rivers. “Shoot the son of a bitch!”

Foster had drilled the men enough that they were obedient, almost like a military unit. Alec clapped his mouth shut and brought up his gun, and Jake Rivers shot him in the chest, knocking him back toward the hostages with arms and legs flailing. His body landed on some girl with purple hair who started screaming and panicking, and a second later chaos had that area firmly in its grip as the panic spread.