The steel didn’t just yield. It shrieked like a dying animal before it was violently inverted.
Rain lashed across the concrete loading bay, but the sound of the storm was drowned out by the sickening groan of three tons of reinforced metal tearing in half.
The twelve mercenaries didn't hesitate. They opened fire.
The deafening c***k of automatic rifles filled the enclosed space. Red laser sights cut frantic, intersecting lines through the downpour. Shell casings rained onto the asphalt, pinging like dropped coins.
Jane stood perfectly still.
She didn’t cover her ears. She didn’t drop to the ground. A bullet shattered the side mirror of the armored SUV two feet from her hip, showering her in glass. She simply blinked, her ice-blue eyes tracking a single shard as it landed on the toe of
