Zubair felt the ache in his forearms where he'd held the walls of invisible fire.
They didn't feel like the screaming pain of an injury so much as the pain when a muscle is used too often.
"Let's get our shit and go," Sera ordered, her eyes scanning all around. She was getting tired of being the prey. It wasn't a fun feeling for either herself or her creature.
Something was going to have to give and fast.
The guys moved the way they always moved…automatically and efficiently.
Lachlan cleared the pockets of all the dead and collected the magazines and knives with happy greed. Alexei stripped the radios, earpieces, and maps wherever he could find them while Elias took any battery with a charge and put it into a canvas sack already labeled with his brain.
Zubair bent the ninth's door wider with a palm and pulled a second map set from under the seat. He handed it to Elias without comment.
