The Purge attacked at dawn because apparently extremists had zero creativity when it came to dramatic timing, and watching eighty operatives breach our defensive perimeter while my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter stood surrounded by her security detail was—I was going to need so much therapy after this.
"Multiple breaches. Southern perimeter. Eastern perimeter. Western approach." The reports came rapid-fire. "Coordinated assault. They're hitting us from three sides simultaneously."
Three sides simultaneously. Right. Standard pincer movement except with eighty extremists who had dimensional weapons and wanted to kill our daughter.
"Hope, status?" Kael's voice was controlled through the bond but I felt his terror underneath.
