“Hey.” The voice was oddly calm, and she took a quick glance to the side to see a hand holding a gun out to her.

She grabbed it, aimed it at the man’s head, and fired. He stilled beneath her.

She climbed off his body. It was Lennon who had handed her the gun, and he stood there, eyes wide.

“Thanks,” she said, glancing into the room. Hadley stood over the other dead man.

“Sure,” Lennon said. “I figured you had a better shot of hitting the target than I did.”

She cocked an eyebrow.

“I said I knew how to use a gun, not that I was good with it.”

“I have a question,” Hadley said, stepping over the man she’d killed to join them in the hallway. “Why do all these assholes keep coming up here with guns? To the tenth floor? I’m usually the only one up here.”

Maisie rolled the man in front of her onto his back and grabbed the gun that fell out of his hand. Another Reaper. She recognized this one. He worked security at one of their bars.

“Let’s go.” She clicked the safety on the gun and handed it to Lennon. “You two are sitting ducks up here.”

“Does this happen a lot?” Lennon asked as they jogged to the stairwell. Maisie pushed open the door and started down the steps.

“No,” Hadley said. “There haven’t been bombings since…”

“Since we fought the Spencers and divided into north and south.” Maisie threw a glance over her shoulder and saw her feelings mirrored on Hadley’s face. This attack felt very similar to that one, and they’d barely defeated the Spencers to keep the south. She wondered if the Reapers had increased their numbers more than anyone had realized, and were taking a page from the Spencers’ book.

Maisie pushed open the door at the bottom of the stairwell and jogged across the lobby. She stopped at the door, holding her arm out to indicate Lennon and Hadley should wait.

“Jesus, are you okay?” Lennon asked. He stared at her arm, horrified.

She glanced over at it. The cut on her knuckles had opened up again, spilling blood down her hand.

“I’m fine. It looks worse than it is.” She peered out the smudged glass door. The street was empty, an overturned garbage can rolling to a stop at the curb.

“Are you sure? It—”

“Do you usually ask so many questions during a gun fight?” she interrupted, cocking an eyebrow.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

“Come on. Lennon, walk behind me. Hadley, walk behind him and keep an eye on our backs.”

She opened the door, and the two lined up behind her as ordered. She stepped out of the building and onto the street.

“Where are we going?” Hadley asked.

“We’re going to drop off Lennon at my apartment, and then go find Lopez or Declan and figure out what the hell is going on.”

They walked in silence to the end of the block, and then for several more. They turned a corner onto a street lined with small houses. Maisie stopped short.