METAL sliced through the hardened flesh of the incoming man. His upper body fell backward and the lower half went down.
The onslaught of the men at high speed met the same fate. They eventually crumpled to the ground either headless or cut through the middle. Every hit was precise and on point.
Even at a distance, the attackers had a moment of hesitation before they dash towards the men in uniform.
Riley watched everything unfold through the flat screen in the security office in the pack house.
She recognized the members of the Wa Ha Ya pack through the clothes they were wearing. They were in white tactical pants and a white shirt with an ON DUTY print on the back. They were also holding a long metal blade that glimmer at the touch of light.
When she was notified of the loitering
