Everything started out as planned. We flew by helicopter to New York. Since I'd been paired with Zinnia, I was supposed to stick with her at all times. After landing on the rooftop of a building right across the street from our mark, the rest of the team quickly ran toward their assigned positions. I was about to do the same thing, but Zinnia quickly grabbed a hold of my arm.
"Wait…" she whispered.
"What?" I asked impatiently. "We're supposed to get into position, Zinnia…"
Cat-like, her eyes darted from one side of the roof to the other. Her gaze stopped on a specific spot on the rooftop.
"Zinnia! Ben!" our squad leader, Quinn, spat out in a muffled hiss. "What are you two doing?"
My eyes widened when I saw a red dot on Zinnia's forehead. I was about to push her to the ground, but she had already done so, screaming, "Duck!" before tackling me to the ground.
