Sean cut him a look as the next barn came into view. “Aye. I saw you take down Jonny P before I ran to get guns. He’s actually quite the scrapper.”

Well. At least that was something. They reached the barn and Sean tugged open the large door, wincing as he did so. Raider jumped in to help. “How bad you hit?”

“Just went through my upper arm,” Sean grunted, looking pale for the first time before jogging into the dark interior of the barn. He reached a car and quickly pulled off the blue car cover to reveal a 1977 Pontiac Firebird polished to perfection and ready to go.

Raider whistled. A real Smokey and the Bandit car. “You’re injured. I’ll drive.”

Sean faltered.

Raider moved toward the driver’s door. “We’re talking about Brigid here.”

Sean grimaced but strode for the passenger’s side and slid inside.

Raider yanked open the door and sat on the smooth leather, instinctively pulling down the sun visor. The keys dropped into his hand, and he inserted one, twisting. The engine roared to life with a rumble he felt to his bones. Putting the car in gear, he peeled out of the barn and swung around to the main road, punching the gas. “We have a chance to catch them.”

“Yep.” Sean rested one gun on his lap and put the shotgun on the floor. “I don’t know nothin’ about you, but if I need to shoot them, I will. Stay out of my way.”

Raider swallowed. “Stay out of mine, Sean. I’ll get Brigid back.” He’d brought her on this assignment, and he was her handler. No way in hell was he going to lose another agent. Especially this one. He had no problem dropping the entire op to save her.

The car fought him over the bumpy road as he increased his speed and followed Sean’s directions, but they burst out onto the runway just as a small plane lifted into the lightening sky.

“No!” Sean jumped out of the car, already firing his gun.

“Stop it.” Raider flung himself over the console, out of the car, and tackled the older man to the muddy ground, spinning the gun out of his hand. “You could hit Brigid or the fuel tank.”

Sean punched him, and that was the end for Raider. He flipped the ex-mobster onto his stomach and secured his hands at the back of his waist in a classic police takedown move.

“Let me go,” Sean said, struggling. “They’re getting away.”

Raider hung his head and let his neck relax. “I have friends coming. We’ll get her back.” He didn’t loosen his hold. “Trust me, Sean.” The man continued to struggle but finally subsided, blood flowing more freely from the wound in his arm.

“Why should I trust you?” Sean snapped, his face pressed against the dirt.