CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Bolt?” said Talon, putting her hand on her left ear, where her own earcom was. “Bolt, are you there? Hello?”
Talon stood in the shadows between two crates on the east side of the warehouse, where the warehouse’s parking lot was. At the moment, the parking lot only had one car in it: A sporty red Dodge Neon, in which the two men had arrived. But Talon was not paying attention to that car. She was listening to her earcom, trying to get Bolt to answer, but all she heard was static.
A few minutes ago, Talon had heard an explosion come from the inside of the warehouse. Because she had not yet received the signal to enter the warehouse from Bolt, Talon had decided to communicate with him via earcom instead. She wanted to know if Bolt had already engaged Electrica in battle yet
