Chapter 8 The Price of Victory

• Christy Helms climbed down the iron ladder from the crane booth, her boots landing on the concrete floor with a dull slap.
• Heavy smoke poured from the overturned cargo truck, filling the warehouse with the acrid stench of burning diesel and singed rubber.
• "Erin, the warehouse floor is clear," Christy reported through her comms, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "The remaining guards fled toward the piers."