66: Brice
Brice
Brice left Fay’s army to sort themselves out, and focused on the Kaiahive operatives. They spread out in rows around the doors. They’d opened their cases, had put together a couple of large-barrelled devices, set them up in the front row, aimed at the doors.
Their susses echoed through his mind.
The voices came with personalities, young and old, male and female. Ordinary people. But they’d signed on with the company. They were tools of Kaiahive.
Brice could feel no sympathy. Sympathy wouldn’t get Deva out of there.
He glanced back, saw Fay’s people approach—wary, steady. He pressed himself to the side wall as they passed. Vehicles rumbled in the distance, growing closer.
The woman at the front nodded to him.
Fay’s people spread out.
Kaiahive raised their weapons.
