Page 84 of Sam's Salvation

Muffled flash-bangs erupted, both outside the van and through Max, Dom, and Dean’s microphones. A murmur went through the crowd.

Movement near the bar caught Audra’s attention. Donny was heading for the rear exit. She hit her intercom button, connecting her to Dean. “Dean. Donny. Door behind the bar.”

“I see him.”

The camera image shook as Dean hurried after him. Sam’s screen wobbled as well. Max was on his heels.

“I’ll watch the Powells,” Moran said. “Go.” The brothers and Celine were heading for the curtained entrance.

Another bang sounded, this one inside the warehouse. Several of the women in the room screamed. A few of the men yelled that it was time to leave, even as the group scattered.

Dean and Max went through the door after Donny. The man glanced back, his eyes widening as he saw them.

“Callahan, stop!” Dean started after him.

Donny took off at a run.

Dean cursed. “I can’t run in these damn shoes. Stop, you bastard!” Despite his words, he ran through the warehouse at a good clip.

Audra slammed her fist on the arm of her seat. “Dammit! I want to be in there. I should be.” She kept her eyes on the screen. The picture bobbed wildly as Dean ran, growing darker as they went deeper into the warehouse.

“Where did he go?” Max asked.

“I’m not sure. You go left. And be careful.”

“You too.”

They split up.

“Do you see anything?” Audra asked Sam.

“No. Shelves. You?”

“The same. Bloody hell! He better not get away.”

“I’ve got movement on the backside of the building.” A new voice cut in over the radio that sat in front of Jessica. It was someone from the entry team. “Single male. Gray suit. Running northbound.”

“That’s Donny. He’ll have to hop the fence to get out.” She hit the intercom that let her talk to all three men. “Guys, he’s outside.”

“Copy,” Max said.

A unit replied that they were on their way over. Seconds later, a state patrol car raced past their van and around the corner.

Both Max and Dean’s cameras lightened as they made it out of the building.

“Dean, do you see him?”

“No. Audra, does anyone have a visual on him?”

She relayed the message to the entry team.

“Negative,” came the reply. “He ducked behind some ISO containers and I lost him.”

Audra shoved her chair back. She reached for the box containing the comm units and grabbed an earpiece and button mic.

“Aud, what are you doing?” Sam frowned up at her from his seat.

“Going after him.”