The military weapons changed everything before we even fired a single round because the moment those crates arrived at Devil's Hollow, the clubhouse stopped feeling like a place preparing for another attack and started feeling like a command center preparing for war.
I stood inside the armory while Saint inspected another rifle and every weapon looked far too clean for the kind of violence we had become accustomed to seeing.
"This is insane." I said and Saint glanced toward me.
"That's one word for it." He said as I looked at the crates stacked against the walls.
"Whoever decided we needed this much firepower wasn't planning on a small fight." I said.
"Neither is Razor." He said and that answer stayed with me.
Across the compound, training had already intensified because every patche
