Chapter 106

CAMILA'S POV The night choked me. The moonlight was smothered by heavy clouds that rolled in above the warehouse like war smoke. We squatted behind rusted-out cars, my hand clenched around my pistol grip, mud seeping into my knees. I held my breath. I held my breath until the first whisper reached the communications system. "Observe the west entrance. Two guards. No one could see me nodding, but I did. My pulse was audible in my ears. Quick. Hard. It's almost too loud. As if it would reveal our identity. "Are you sure this is the place?" A whisper came from behind me. "This is it. This is the cookhouse located in Santiago. Let's set it on fire. Don't wait any longer. I held up two fingers. Then one. Then nothing. Bang, bang. We made quick progress. Fear has no place here. I kicked it down when I felt it try to creep up my spine. Before they could shout, the guards fell. With our guns raised and our boots slamming through blood and puddles, we hurried through the door. The place smelled