JJ didn't respond, her focus already shifting to the live feed. Her fingers drummed on the edge of the console as the camera zoomed in on Ty and his squad. The streets were silent around them, no movement.
Back in the field, Ty pressed a hand against his shoulder, blood still leaking through his fingers. His black flames flickered weakly, and his expression was tight with pain, but he stood tall, eyes scanning the empty streets. Rosana was against the wall, her body trembling, her burnt hands barely holding onto the strength she had left. John shifted his weight, his leg injured but his brass knuckles still poised and ready, his eyes flicking from Ty to the door.
