The desert station's windows shattered inward.
Axel hit the floor before the glass stopped falling, his weapon already in his hand. The night erupted with the sound of gunfire and shouting. Operatives poured through the broken windows, their weapons blazing, their faces hidden behind tactical masks.
"Everyone down!" Axel shouted, firing into the darkness. "Get to cover!"
The team scattered, taking positions behind overturned tables and concrete pillars. Troy's rifle roared, dropping two operatives in quick succession. Sable moved like a ghost, her shots precise and deadly.
"Vance, where did they come from?" Axel shouted into his earpiece.
"I don't know!" Vance's voice was strained. "They came out of nowhere. I didn't detect any movement on the perimeter sensors until they were already
