I shiver and force myself back to the present. “We exfiltrate June. Then we burn it all to the f*****g ground, along with every man in there.”
I gesture for my men to march forward. Another few steps and it will all begin. We’ll emerge from the shadows and they’ll know we’re here and lives will begin to end. Perhaps mine, too.
Well, no sense in playing coy.
I raise my hand. Everyone holds their breath.
Then I drop it down, and the war begins.
A barrage of gunfire takes down the gates with ruthless efficiency. The hapless guards who come running out to see what the hell is happening are cut to ribbons the second they stick their miserable heads in the line of fire.
We pour through, a horde of pure vengeance. Knox and a few of my Vors cover me as I run straight for the entrance.
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