The explosion knocked us fifteen feet.
I lie on the pavement, my ears ringing. Tony shields me with his body as debris falls and smoke fills the air.
"Katherine!" His voice is muffled. "Are you hurt?"
"I'm okay." I push at him. "Get up. We need to-"
I looked at Marcus, who's still on his knees in the middle of the street, staring at his burning building and operations.
All of it was destroyed by whoever was using him.
Luca's team secures the area, his men rounding up Marcus's people. Most surrender immediately; they're scared and confused, not hardened criminals.
Timothy's on the phone with the FBI. "We need fire and rescue. Multiple casualties possible, and we have suspects in custody."
Bella helps me to stand. "You okay?"
"Fine. You?"
"Been worse." She looks at the burning building. "Whoever did this - they're professional. It's military-grade explosives and was timed perfectly."
Marcus was still on his knees - broken.
