"Get your people ready—we're moving out." Ethan's voice was low but firm as he watched the last of the lower-tier zombies scatter toward the rooftop noise.
Lieutenant Park nodded. "Understood."
With a few sharp commands, the National Guard soldiers began filing in—just over a hundred of them, boots thudding in unison, rifles slung, eyes sharp. Ethan gave a small nod of approval. Say what you will about the military, but these guys had presence. Even staring down a death trap, they didn't flinch.
But then Ethan's expression soured.
Because among the soldiers, striding in like she owned the place, was Officer Carter.
"The hell is she doing here?" Ethan said, his disgust plain. "Leave her up here with the rest of the dead weight."
"Who are you calling dead weight?" Carter snapped, puffing out her chest. "I'm a Tier 3 Enhanced, thank you very much."
