Jinx froze, her body a coiled spring of lethal potential.
She looked at Michael's wide, terrified eyes. She looked at his white-knuckled grip on her arm.
Then she looked back at the empty, blood-soaked field.
She trusted her eyes. Her eyes told her it was clear.
But the look on the kid's face… that was a different kind of data.
It was the look of a man who was seeing a ghost.
Eight of them, to be precise.
"Sit-rep, Michael," Chloe's voice was a sharp, clean line in his ear, devoid of any panic. "What do you see?"
"I don't see anything," Michael whispered back, his own voice trembling slightly. "I feel them."
"Eight Hunter signatures. In the field. Lying in wait. They're… cloaked."
Jax, crouched beside him, let out a low, impressed whistle. "OmniCorp Gen-3 stealth tech. Nasty stuff. Bends light and sound. Makes you a real-life predator."
"It also has a massive energy signature that any half-decent scanner should be able to pick up," Jinx countered, her voice a low growl.
