"Minister Vance watches from his window as Bisma drives away, immediately calling Zuan to deploy secondary reserves."
The high-pitched electronic whine of the stolen guard vehicle's twin-turbo engine roared in protest as Bisma forced the heavy armored SUV around the razor-sharp mountain bend. High above the valley floor, the storm had turned into a full-scale tempest. Torrential rain beat violently against the reinforced windshield, the heavy rubber wiper blades struggling to clear the wall of water cascading down the glass. The dark mountain highway snake-coiled around steep granite cliffs on the right, while to the left, a terrifying vertical abyss plunged hundreds of feet into the black pine forests of the lower ravine.
Inside the cabin, the smell of cordite, ozone, and wet leather
