Thirty-Three
Drones moved towards the car, flying though the red-lit digital borderline. Manasseh and several men in exoskeletons and armed with the newest weapons passed through the border in Rahab’s direction while she moved backwards. They would kill her. I wanted to protect her. To save her yet again. You should never have agreed it the first place. Too late for regrets. I shut off those voices, allowing something primal, something animalistic to take over for that moment when I tried to outthink the drones. I had taken two of them on already, and this time, it felt like a cinch. While they still flew in my direction, I jumped out of the car, and on top of it, pushing myself away, catching one of the drones in full flight. The crash against the metal hurt my bones, but they had done s
