Trigger Warning: This scene contains graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised.
The air inside was heavy, filled with the thick scent of gunpowder and blood. Aurora didn't even glance back at Calvert.
He was still slumped behind her, trying to make sense of the impossible. Her eyes scanned the lifeless bodies of the mercenaries she had gunned down moments ago.
Calmly, without a flicker of hesitation, she knelt down and checked their pockets.
From one man's bloodied vest, she retrieved a live grenade. From another, she pulled out a fully loaded LMG, its cool steel a familiar weight in her hands.
Her fingers slid across the grip like a pianist settling in before a masterpiece. Her smirk deepened as she slung the weapon over her shoulder and stepped toward the exit.
Outside, more than a hundred armed men stood waiting, guns raised, eyes trained toward the door she was about to open.
