One of the D-boys tried to hot-wire the truck, but it apparently wasn’t going anywhere. That was going to be a problem.
Trisha was several seconds slower getting off the ground than Claudia had been, which did nice things for Claudia’s ego. Which also meant that she drew first fire. Rounds began pinging off Maven’s windscreen.
The projection on the inside of her visor traced the rifle to the third window of the hostage building. Hitting it with a missile would be an unreasonable risk. Then in her night vision she saw the figure jerk backward, then collapse over the windowsill. She’d wager that he had a neat double-shot wound in his head.
Masked by the rain, the shot had still been enough to draw attention. Buildings erupted with gunfire, most of it in no particular direction.
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