The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

right where the schematics said it would be.

I pulled the data spike from my pocket. As my fingers touched the server casing, a voice boomed from the shadows.

“I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d make it this far, Dana.”

General Hemlock stepped out from behind a large marble desk, a pistol in his hand. My blood turned to ice.

“Your little brother was continue reading …