Chapter Eighteen
Through Nika’s camera, the mezzanine looked like a war zone to Damien. The GROM soldiers had taken cover and were firing through the windows at Ieva on the western rooftops, and Damien was so focused on them he almost missed the movement. Something bumped the discarded NetGun.
He maximized the video to full screen, thumbnailing the others, and watched the weapon roll across the floor.
‘What the hell is that?’ Aviary noticed it too.
Damien studied the left side of the frame; there was a slight shift in the mezzanine, something moving unseen toward the GROM soldiers.
He’d seen that before. In Colombia.
‘Someone’s cloaked,’ he said.
Breaking off from shooting at Ieva, a GROM soldier turned his weapon to Olesya.
‘Sophia!’ Damien yelled. ‘Where are you?’
The GROM soldi
