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Gold-fil shards like a hailstorm

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Round after round bleay pieces of the hotel It was deliberate, professional destruction They were piece by piece, floor by floor, destroying the gold tower

Dekka yelled, “Malik and Francis!”

A buzz caone on a hurricane wind

Dekka ran down the army column, hands before her like a faith healer in feline cosplay She ai fire It wasn’t hard, it didn’t take long, to shred just enough of a barrel to stop it firing

She ran and shredded, screa people!”

Machine gunners swiveled to chase her with 50-caliber rounds, but she stayed close to the tanks, et her

Tank after tank, a few seconds each, but all the while the arain and again

Shade ran up the stairs No way she was trusting an elevator, and anyway, it was far quicker to run sixty-four floors than to wait on an elevator

Floor by floor, turning, leaping when she could, snatching at handrails to hurl herself upward as the cement-block walls of the stairwell cracked and buckled under the army’s brutal assault

She was at the door of Dillon’s suite in seconds She stopped to listen and heard an eerie,hoithin

Shade stepped inside

Francis crouched under a desk, covering her ears against the cacophony Malik sat calmly in a chair

And Dillon Poe, the Char, “Kill me! Oh, God, please! Kill me!”