CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“Tell everyone to retreat then send them to use vaults only 1-7 one at a time.”
The line went dead. Fear paralyzed him that at one point he felt numb. He had to look down to make sure his legs were still there. The drones kept attacking the front, middle, and the back to distract Marson. He noticed one SUV that reacted by changing the position getting deeper inside as another SUV drove to the outer edge to cover it. His heart pounded hard, but rage triggered him into action. He sighed and tensed before he started running toward the convoy.
David stealthily advanced toward Marson’s SUV as he sat in the back-giving orders with the driver sat on his seat. He checked his dagger before pulling it out. Kneeling he urged forward. He placed the gun away and held the dagger
