CHAPTER TWENTY
“What? It can’t blast through that, that’s reinforced plasteel and crete-brick!” He held the weapon across his legs and in the crook of one arm, the other hung loosely from his shoulder.
“Where’s your optimism?” she asked, increasing the forward shields. Adrenaline flooded through her. She was hyperaware of the man in the seat next to her as he unwound the window. He stuck his head though only to pull back when a bolt exploded against the side lens. She shot him a glance, worried he’d been hit. He gave her a strained smile. There was blood on his shoulder. Shenghi! He had been hit.
The car rocked wildly. Before Toni could stabilize it, the back wheel clipped a large promotion sign, which crashed to the ground, hitting another as it fell. The second sign clipped another, a
