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Whatever else Antonia had expected when she’d led her men into the shadowed hospital, it had not been to find a distinct lack of Lycans, remains or otherwise. Nor had she expected to find the RAs torn limb from limb and spread over most of the corridor.
“Oh my God,” Fletcher whispered. The squad stood in the middle of a m******e. Black blood pooled on the floor, extended up the walls.
“f**k me…it’s on the damn ceiling. How’d they get it up there?”
Antonia held her hand up for silence. Without a word, she studied the scene and breathed through her mouth so she could forget she even had a nose. The RAs smelled bad enough when they were in one piece. Broken up and tossed about like doggie chew toys…it turned even her stomach.
“They caught them in a cross-fire…”
They’d heard gunfire f
