The Novikovs (1)

The handsfree device in Gael's ear rang, and the call automatically connected after two rings, then Roy's voice came in hurriedly, "Boss, I've been trying to reach you. Mike just called. There's a suspicious movement in Woodhaven. I suggest you reroute to I-678—"

"Too late," Gael muttered. Fucking hell. If he only got the call a minute early. He gripped his gun tightly, trying to assess their situation as he scanned around them. "The Bratva intercepted us."

"Fuck. Sit tight. I'll call Delta." The call disconnected just as the Bratva soldier banged his window again.

"Open up!"

Meanwhile, Angela was rattled when her phone buzzed in her hand, flashing an unknown number on the screen calling her. She wasn't going to answer but when the man banged the window again, her thumb slid on the green button. The call wasn't on speaker, but a distinctive shout of a man's deep voice rang loud through the speaker.

"Run!!!"