Chapter 735 Factory Firefight

• From every patch of shadow, automatic fire erupted, a rolling thunder that pinned the remaining pursuers behind smoking wreckage.
• Annabeth pressed a finger to her comm earpiece. “Heath, Sterling, get down here and collect the package. Cecilia, Giovanni, Yannick—keep that suppressive fire raining.”
• “Yes, ma’am!” The reply crackled through the channel, perfectly synchronized, a chorus of disciplined resolve.