“Multiple heat signatures inbound," Carlos said, pressing a finger to his earpiece. “Two armored trucks. One aerial drone."
Erin locked eyes with Ashton. “They're here."
He grabbed his blade, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. “Time to end what they started."
Erin pulled open her case and handed him a data stick. “This is our backup copy. If I don't make it—"
He cut her off. “You're not dying."
She arched a brow. “You sound confident."
He clipped the stick to his belt. “Because I'll burn the world before I bury you again."
Carlos loaded a pistol. “Okay, that's either very sweet or very psychotic."
“Both," Erin and Ashton said in unison.
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A high-pitched whine cracked the silence.
Carlos yelled, “Drone coming down—thirty seconds!"
Erin reached for her pack. “I pre-planted C
