Eight
The Invisibles
An alarm boomed inside a bank. Three men stood in front of the tellers’ desks. Chairs floated above them, twisting until the legs broke off. The sharp edges of the metal rods glinted in the fluorescent light. Alice walked behind the tellers like a ghost. Her instincts told her to crouch, but no one reacted to her. She waved a hand to a woman who held her head and whimpered. No response.
“We need Neutralizers at Fifty-Third Street,” the security guard spoke into his watch.
Drones sped in and scanned the robbers. The drones whipped around the three, shining a red light on their bodies, marking them amongst the civilians. Alice felt her hair whip back—the simulation affected her.
The Enforcers sped in behind the drones and fired without pause. The first Empyrean fell
