rs of Kinsey's black F

gh the steering wheel and into her chest. She threw the truck into gear and tore out

d, replaced by the desolate, overgrown landsc

Raptor into the

vestock transport trucks. The smell of dust, diese

ck. He jogged over, holding a clipboard. "Miss Elliott! Got

estless, lowing cattle packed into the metal trailers. She pul

the premises immediately. I have a specialized chemical disinfect

s beard. "You want us to just leave

her coat. "We have a localized Class-4 viral pathogen alert in this exact sector," she lied smoothly, her voice utterly chilling. "By federal man

r. The color drained from his face as he swallowed his questions. "Alright, bo

d their cabs and driven off, leaving the mas

es faded completely. She walked up to the fi

against the cold met

ed the qua

A massive spatial tear opened. In a fraction of a second, the entire trailer of live cat

thin ten minutes, hundreds of cows, pigs, and chicken

nto the Raptor and started the engine, pulling out onto

les before she glanced

ck, unmarked Chevrolet Suburbans. They w

akes, slowing down b

rored her speed, maintaini

tactical tail. P

The police would ask questions about her empty warehouse. Instead, a c

heavy boot down

surged forward, tearing down the

s abandoned their stealth and accelerated violen

ck drifted around a sharp curve, the tires screechin

rolled down. A man wearing a black tactical balac

at-ta

back of Kinsey's truck. They struck the reinforced, bulletproof rear windshield,

le ahead was an abandoned, sprawling chemical processi

chain-link fence, the metal groaning and snapping under the truck's wei

cavernous, pitch-black interior of a massive main processing

The truck was swall

ken only by the steady, calm

and racked the slide, chambering a round. With her left hand

pped out. She moved like a ghost, blending seam

f tires announced the

les, stepped out of the vehicles. They moved in a tight, professional com

But they didn't know