The world narrowed to sound and fury. Bullets ricocheted off metal, sparking in the darkness. Men shouted orders, screamed in pain, died with wet, gurgling sounds that would haunt Sienna's nightmares for years to come.
But none of it mattered. Nothing mattered except the crying.
Sienna's daughter wailed from inside the incubator, her tiny voice rising above the chaos. That sound pulled at something primal in Sienna, something that existed beyond fear, beyond pain, beyond rational thought. Her body moved before her mind could catch up, rising from behind cover, stumbling forward.
"Sienna, NO!" Luca's roar barely registered.
She ran toward the incubator, legs threatening to give out with every step. A bullet whipped past her head, so close she felt the displaced air. Another hit the ground near her feet, spraying concrete dust. Yet She didn't stop.
