“Strip them down,” Lucian said, indicating the fallen soldiers.
Mira arched an eyebrow suspiciously.
“Their uniforms are Kevlar. That will provide us with some additional protection we might need.”
Smart idea. Mira nodded and went to work removing the clothes from the soldier she had just killed. His communicator bracer began to beep when she tried to unfasten it. “Sanders. Report,” came a voice through the communicator’s small speaker.
Mira looked to Lucian and attempted with only her eyes to ask him what to do. Her first instinct was to smash it, but she’d never been allowed close to any kind of modern technology and wasn’t sure if it might be useful in some way.
The communicator beeped again. “Sanders, do you copy?”
Curtis stepped up and grabbed the dead soldier’s arm, ripping the
