Chapter 30: The Hammer and the Scalpel
The war room smelled of stale coffee and unwashed bodies.
A holographic map of Seattle hovered in the center of the table. It glowed with angry red lines marking the National Guard barricades and the drone patrol routes.
"We are looking at a fortress," Dorian said. He pointed to a large complex near the docks. "The armory is surrounded by ten foot electric fences. There are sniper towers on every corner. And Garrett has parked a tank at the main gate."
"A tank?" Gamma Seth asked incredulously. "Where did he get a tank?"
"He bought it," I said. "Along with the politicians who are letting him keep it."
I looked at the timer on the wall.
42 Hours to Deployment.
The clock was ticking down to our extinction.
"We cannot breach the front gate," Ster
