Lieutenant Park stared at them, a storm churning behind his eyes.
Six Tier 4s.
Even in the National Guard, Tier 4s were rare—barely a handful across the entire force. And here they were: six of them, standing in front of him like it was nothing. It was almost too much to process.
At the same time, a wave of relief washed over him.
Good thing he hadn't backed Carter's little meltdown. That would've been suicide.
Sure, they had guns—but only he knew how close they were to running dry. Their ammo had been bleeding out since the first engagement. And this wasn't an open field where they could pick targets from a distance. If these six decided to turn on them, and the bullets ran out...
They'd all be dead before they hit the floor.
Ethan broke the silence. "So, how the hell did you end up dragging a whole damn swarm behind you? You don't seem like an idiot, so I'm guessing... Carter had something to do with it?"
Park gave a bitter smile. "Not entirely. I made some bad calls too."
