sely and decisively angling the massive Phantom across both lanes. He brought the vehicle to an imposing, regal halt. It wasn't a stunt; it was a statem

its brakes, stopping less than t

ronized defensive formation. The doors of

heavy Kevlar vests and holding short-barrele

dge, raising their weapons. Eight black m

actical gear. "Miss Palmer, stay inside. That is the Montoya famil

pen the heavy door of the Phanto

, but her posture remained perfectly straight. She

e lead PMC captain roared over the sound of the

back of the mobile ICU truck. She could see the thick, black

ged at her, raising the heavy stocks of their

n, she sidestepped by a fraction of an inch. She reached out,

own momentum against him. The two-hundred-pound mercenary flip

t split second, Eloise slipped past him

r knuckles against the bulletproof

e storm, echoing loudly

ifle. The metallic clack was deafening.

olled down just a few inches. The faint, blue glow

isn't dead yet," she said, her voice cutting t

n's voice snapped from inside the cabin.

t. She raised her hand,

entirely bored. "Consultation and intervention fee. Nine

nd was the heavy rain hitting the asphalt