Chapter Forty-Six
Eight exos running through a city sounded a lot like a herd of stampeding cattle. In this case, those metal cattle were trailing after Damir on the sleek scout bike. Their resounding footsteps were eclipsed by the thunder of artillery and the boom of explosions in the distance. The gunfire grew more frequent and closer as they moved deeper into the city. Cabrina had been right. The battle was far from over.
The team maintained a tight formation. They’d already passed through one empty checkpoint, deep craters marking the road and the scorched bottom half of an Army exo speaking to its fate. Malcolm’s drones followed them, the man doing his best to make them aware of threats and steer them around them. They didn’t have time to waste on fighting anyone else. For all they
