Chapter Twenty-Five
A squad of exoskeletons advanced in a tight wedge, shields expanded nearly to full, their heavy rifles pointed straight ahead.
One was operated by Intelligence Directorate agent Alina Koval.
The exoskeletons marched in unison as they entered the tall, wide warehouse, their combined heavy steps echoing like the angry stomp of a metal giant. The sound drowned out anything else, making it hard to tell if anyone was inside. Dim lighting only exacerbated the problem. Outside drone surveillance suggested multiple suspects might be inside the building.
“Launch targeting drones,” commanded Agent Rael, the CID agent leading the squad.
Small drones buzzed away from the backs of the exoskeletons, spiraling into the air. They spread out over the warehouse.
Alina hadn’t used a
