Chapter Twenty-Two
Damien climbed up onto the channel between the angled rooftops. He clawed for his pistol, but it slipped from his grasp. Aviary was standing nearby, frozen, watching him.
What did I teach you about awareness?
‘Look out!’ she yelled.
The operative with the ginger hair and dirt-smeared face was behind him, aiming right for him.
Oh.
From the left-hand roof, a GROM soldier slid down the tiles.
The soldier landed behind the operative, his carbine stock hitting the operative in the shoulder. The operative growled and turned to the soldier. He pitched back, his boot striking the soldier under his chin strap. The soldier did more than reel from the blow: he rocketed back up the roof. Tiles tore in his wake and he disappeared over the edge.
These HAC operatives pack a pun
