Chapter Fourteen
As the smoke cleared, a long barrel aimed down at Sophia.
Her vehicle was lying on its side—her side. Pinned by her seatbelt and an airbag, she reached for her holster, and found it empty. Using her legs, she felt around for the MPX. It wasn’t there.
DC’s seatbelt dangled above her. Even through the smoke, he wasn’t there.
Had they dragged him out?
Through the tessellated windshield, a cluster of masked soldiers stood on the road. They wore a type of white armor she hadn’t seen before. Their faces were concealed behind night vision goggles with four orange lenses. One soldier aimed his carbine through the windshield at her.
And fired.
The burst hit her like a sledgehammer, breaking her seatbelt. She fell onto her door, her face pressed against a fractured window.
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