Harrison looked at Caspian with a crooked smile.
"Now, I guess, we will see what happens."
...
Silas stood in the center of the lot, his face pale with shock. The "dead weight" he expected was standing upright and ready for war.
"Kill them!" Silas roared, his voice cracking with desperation.
"Kill them all!"
The tactical teams didn't need a second command. The grey-camo contractors raised their machine guns, but before the first trigger could be squeezed, the world outside the garage exploded into motion.
A wall of light hit the lot. Hundreds of high-intensity LEDs mounted on the front of Viper’s reinforced trucks blinded the soldiers. Then came the sound: the synchronised, deafening roar of a hundred engines.
"Now!" I screamed, more to myself than anyone else.
The biker gangs an
