August 28
5:21 a.m.
Kayla found herself somewhere between admiration and rage. Squatting on her heels, she stared at the last of the pyramid-like devices Angus had scattered all over the mountain. She appreciated the genius that had gone into building the object but at the same time wanted to slice open the builder’s belly.
She stood, took two steps back, fired her Steyr GB-80. Angus’s device shattered into a dozen useless pieces of smoldering, twisted metal and ripped wires.
Now he was completely cut off. Tracking down and destroying all of his hidden machines had cost her six precious hours.
You fucking little prick.
She had to get to him. Did he have any other little tricks he could use to call for help? Hopefully, the first unit she’d found could provide some information, maybe even a way to track him.
Angus Kool would get the pliers. And this time, Kayla wouldn’t stop with just a knuckle or two.