Damien took his AR-15 in both hands and got to his feet. He checked his left. The guard was missing. He crouched and waited, heard the muted spit of Grace’s Vector and saw a body slump to the ground on his ten o’clock. That was the guard accounted for.
The windows were almost ripped apart as Jay drilled into them. That was Damien’s cue. He kept as low as he could and moved for his side of the door. He was breathing faster now. His armpits were damp and sweat ran into his eyes. They had to clear the transmission building as fast as possible, but first they needed to deal with the guards in the front rooms. And without flashbangs or grenades that would be a touch difficult.
He sat up a fraction higher when he realized he was kneeling on glass fragments. Rounds cracked past his head again.
