The generator room door exploded inward in a blast of sparks and splintered metal.
Shrapnel hissed past my cheek.
Kira pulled me behind the generator core, dragging me down just as a volley of bullets shredded the air where we’d stood. Pipes burst. Steam hissed upward in ghostly streams. The entire room vibrated under the force of the breach.
Voices shouted:
“PALMER IS INSIDE!”
“HALVERSON TOO TAKE THEM!”
“MOVE, MOVE!”
Halverson ducked behind a support pillar, gun raised, firing controlled bursts toward the door.
For a moment, the attackers stayed behind cover.
Then one man broke from the group and charged inside.
A bad idea.
Kira caught him mid-step her blade hooking behind his knee.
He collapsed with a grunt, and before he even hit the floor, she slammed him unconscious with
