Chapter 357

"Captain, one of them got away," said Falcon, the guy handling the interrogation. He was a sniper—one of the original team members. Besides having killer aim, he had serious skills when it came to getting people to talk. He’d pulled a ton of useful intel for the team before. The guys they’d just captured from the armory? Completely wrecked and brain-dead. Falcon barely had to lift a finger—just threw out a couple threats, and they all folded like dominoes. It was so lame he didn’t even feel like bothering. Honestly, it wasn’t just Falcon. The whole squad looked like someone had let the air out of them. Everyone had come in hyped up, ready for a hardcore shootout with the enemy, pumped to go all-out. They’d prepped with their best gear, high spirits—only to find the opposition collapsed like sandcastles in the rain. They hadn’t even fired more than a few dozen rounds. Most of their top-notch equipment didn’t even get used. Talk about a letdown. Emma Fletcher and Lillian Blackwell, both