CHAPTER 32Inexorably, the footsteps approached, heralding doom. Chen and Wolf shared a clip of bullets with Henry and Gold, and the six lifted their weapons in a fighting posture.
Brian Hayden fastened on the charging soldiers and remarked grimly, "They're well trained." A wave of despair washed over him at the implication of those words—the promise of more than an isolated standoff this time, but open revolutionary conflict, the violent defiance of an army that he and his fellows had failed to detect, but should have. And he knew they would not live beyond today to see how the battle played out, how many casualties would fall, how deeply it would scar the nation's heart.
Bill Henry interrupted his reverie. "They're too well trained," he said. The senior agent, risking exposure to the mo
