They emerged from the drainage pipe into the bitter, freezing air of the mountain slope fifty yards outside the perimeter wall.
Behind them, Station Zero was a towering bonfire against the black night sky. The great golf-ball radar dome had completely collapsed into a pit of orange flame and thick black smoke that curled up into the low-hanging mountain clouds.
Julian and Clara lay flat in the snow, their breath coming in ragged, freezing gasps as they watched the destruction of Blackwood Security Solutions' final command post.
The high-frequency radio chatter on Clara's tactical tablet had gone completely silent. The private defense contractor’s operational network was dead.
Julian pulled his handheld transducer from his pocket, pressing its sensor node against the cold granite rock b
