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With each new image, with each report erupting in her earpiece, Genna’s mind twisted and turned. She struggled to hold the chaos, to issue her commands.
Those who had volunteered for advanced positions, on the far side of the barrier, didn’t stand a chance. A few had retreated, but most were dead. Or dying. Genna had to cut communication to a couple—there was nothing she could do to help them. Leaving them alone was cold, but she had to concentrate on those still alive.
The barrier her people had worked on so hard couldn’t stand against the onslaught. Rockets had torn much of it away, leaving metal, stone and dead bodies littering the streets.
But Authority had only aimed at the top part. There was still protection, and her people found new positions, still fired at the on
