They came at dawn, like death wearing military uniforms.
I stood on Silver Creek's main ridge, watching black helicopters emerge from morning mist in formations that stretched from horizon to horizon. Eight hundred Enhanced Protocol operatives. Every piece of technology Viktor Kane had developed over the past decade. The largest military operation against supernatural beings in human history.
"Jesus Christ," Logan breathed from beside me, his enhanced vision cataloging aircraft that kept coming in waves. "How many does he have?"
"More than we expected. Less than we can handle." I felt divine awareness catalog every Enhanced Protocol operative, every weapon, every piece of equipment approaching our position. Through cosmic consciousness, they looked like ants trying to attack a force of nature. "Logan, get back to the main facility. Coordinate civilian evacuation to the reinforced areas."
"What about you?"
