Chapter Fifteen
Erik stuffed magazines into his pockets like a desperate man hoarding food after starving for weeks.
Jia swept the sky with an assault rifle. He didn’t worry about this being a sign of a relapse into bloodthirstiness. A woman didn’t show up to fight rocket launchers with a stun pistol.
He looked over his shoulder.
Ten dots jerked and wove in the distance. He had done some maintenance work on the laser rifle and the launcher the previous evening, but it wasn’t like he could fly back home to pick them up. They’d need to rely on Emma to contain the rocket launchers. He’d handle everyone else with the TR-7.
Loud rifle fire erupted from the security towers. If the snipers could take down the flitters before they rained hellfire on a chemical plant, it would help. The thick,
