Chapter 1901 Assault Stalled

• In eighteen minutes, the facility’s reinforcements would probably still be en route, yet those same eighteen minutes might close the single clean window they had to disappear.
• Finnegan’s mind raced. He glanced across the corridor at Alastair, who crouched behind a toppled steel cabinet, unwilling to expose even an eyebrow.
• Finnegan’s irises flared, vision sharpening until circuitry beneath the wall panels glimmered like veins of light. Somewhere in that lattice lay the command node that could silence every gun in the passage.