Chapter 47

• Nate’s first shot was a spark in a powder keg.
• The corridor exploded into a storm of chaotic, deafening violence. The Remnant’s elite guards, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack from their own side, returned fire, their rifles roaring, their bullets shredding the wall where Nate had been standing a second before.
• He was already gone, a ghost in the chaos, his desperate, suicidal attack the only diversion we were going to get. He had just signed his own death warrant to give us a chance.