They were under attack.
The suicide bomber had just been the opening move.
And whoever had sent it wasn't done yet.
Bullets tore through the smoke, kicking up dirt and splintering wood where they struck. Liora pressed herself against the back wall of the cabin, her heart hammering, the gun clutched in both hands.
"How many?" Thessian shouted to Marcus, his voice cutting through the chaos.
"At least six shooters!" Marcus returned fire toward the muzzle flashes, his movements precise despite the chaos. "Professional positioning, three o'clock, nine o'clock, and twelve o'clock. They've got us in a crossfire!"
Devon was already moving, using the overturned SUV as cover, laying down suppressing fire toward the eastern positions. "They're using silver rounds! Aimed at you, Alpha!"
Thessian's jaw tightened. Silver bullets wouldn't kill him outright, he was too powerful, healed too fast, but enough of them could slow him down, weaken him, make him vulnerable.
