"Drop to the ground."
The lead attorney screamed the desperate warning to the armed marshals. He threw his tailored gray suit onto the dusty concrete of the viewing deck. He pressed his hands hard against the sides of his head.
"They are igniting the engines," a federal marshal yelled. He lowered his kinetic rifle and braced for the impact. "The acoustic pressure is going to shatter the glass."
Magnus Mace did not drop to the tarmac. The giant mercenary stood tall before the federal barricade. He crossed his thick arms over his chest. He trusted the physics of his sovereign over the panic of the corporate hounds.
Inside the bunker Ryan Parker pressed the heavy red button.
The primary engines of the five heavy lifters detonated simultaneously. Millions of pounds of raw thrust exploded
