The moment Marcus Bishop's command rang out, every soldier moved with drilled precision, disappearing into the hatches of their tanks and armored vehicles. The clang of shells being loaded echoed across the formation, and within seconds the entire armored regiment had shifted into combat-ready status, engines growling like caged predators.
"All batteries, aim for that mountain across the valley!" Marcus Bishop raised his arm and pointed directly at the peak where the Sterling family was conducting their ancestral rites.
Up on the mountain, the Sterlings noticed the movement below. Turrets rotated with mechanical inevitability, barrel after barrel swinging upward until every g*n was trained on their position.
Vivian Sterling's pupils contracted to pinpoints. "What?!"
Julian Sterling sto
