Chapter Forty-Four
Erik crouched behind the edge of a stone fountain in the center of the sprawling high-ceilinged room that served as a concourse.
The room linked long, narrow hallways to the theaters and clubs occupying the tower floor. Red emergency lighting struggled with the darkness and left enough shadows to trick his eyes.
Several dead terrorists lay on the ground, the latest victims of his TR-7. Unlike outside, there were no wounded civilians. He wanted to believe the Lady had smiled on the tower that night, but if she had, there wouldn’t be a group of terrorists there.
That left some other explanation.
Why had the terrorists opened fire outside instead of going for easier kills in a more crowded area? Not every building had checkpoints with scanners, and a group with access
