Chapter Seven
Several patrol flitters were already parked near the front of the entrance of the bank when Jia’s flitter arrived at the platform.
Uniformed officers crouched behind their doors and fired stun pistols toward the entrance. A masked man in a long jacket pinned them down by spraying bullets, his barrel poking out of the mostly closed door. The stun bolts kept slamming into the door and discharging harmlessly. The robber’s counterattacks were shredding the police flitters, but no officers had been injured yet.
“So much for this being easy,” Jia grumbled.
Emma circled the bank. A muzzle flash preceded several rounds striking the flitter. The vehicle dipped to its side, concealing most of the grav emitters from the weapons fire. Jia realized she might not have reacted as fast a
