Collateral Damage

POV: Vittoria

The heavy steel doors of the safe house sheared off their reinforced hinges, slamming inward with a thunderous, ear-splitting crash. Grinding metal screamed against the concrete. Thick concrete dust and choking smoke instantly flooded the claustrophobic space. The acrid stench of sulfur and detonated explosives burned the back of my throat. The agonizing pain radiating from my bleed