Alice turned to look, but a large rusted crane to her right blocked her view. Xavi’s gun sliced the air once more as he rolled, aimed, and fired again. She’d seen enough soldiers in her time to recognize someone special, but he was too exposed to survive for long. Alice dragged herself up and onto the deck, the metal sucking warmth from her chest, and ran behind the crane. It was heavy, solid. She grabbed the knife from her jeans and rapped its handle on the metal, the dull clanging loud between gaps in the gunfire.