Erik and Jia burst out the warehouse toward the line of gangsters crouched behind thick portable shields. All the men pointed their weapons toward the warehouse, including a couple with rocket, grenade, or missile launchers. Smoke poured out of the warehouse behind Erik and Jia and cloaked them, perhaps explaining why the men didn’t fire immediately. Their mistake if they maintained the delusion they still had any chance of victory.
Jia dared to hope the men understood they’d lost. That brief wisp of thought died with the first missile streaming toward her. She brought up her shield and hissed as the explosion shoved her back and blasted a chunk out of her shield. Erik’s machine g*n blew the man’s head apart in the counterattack. Chaos followed, with streams of bullets joining the rockets
