“Have you located Murphy yet?”
“They have an empath on the field.” Katie sounded annoyed. “We’ll take him out first.”
“Got our ride,” Glenn called out. “Let’s get moving.”
They commandeered the lorries, with Liam getting into the one that had signage warning of the chemical hazard aboard. Liam pointed at the cargo description on the lorry’s control panel set in the dash. “Seriously?”
“Carrying petrol,” Glenn informed him. “Nothing wrong with that, mate.”
“You could’ve chosen a different ride,” Liam said exasperatedly.
Glenn’s eyes crinkled at the corners through his tactical goggles; proof of the grin Liam couldn’t see behind his air-filtration mask. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Better hope the pyrokinetic isn’t on the field.”
“I’ll trust our telepaths to keep us safe.”
“Meet you there,” Abigail said before she raced off.
“Knight to ground teams, Royal Legion will be coming in hot. Steer clear of our route,” Liam said.
Liam let the chatter wash over him as the map layered over his vision tracked their passage toward Warehouse 275. They were maybe two streets away from the outermost defensive line when bullets slammed across the windscreen in a line at head height. The projectiles couldn’t breach Glenn’s force field and ricocheted harmlessly away.
“Those are heavy caliber rounds,” Glenn said.
“Yeah, they have snipers. We’re taking them out,” Kyle said calmly.
“Dead or alive?” Jamie asked.
Kyle snorted. “What do you think?”
Jamie didn’t respond since the answer was patently obvious. There were plenty of other Reborn IRA fighters on the field they could bring in alive if need be. Liam wasn’t about to tell Kyle how to do his job.
“Bailing and blowing shit up?” Liam asked mildly as Glenn took a wide left turn, the cargo container connected to the lorry shaking the cab.
“That is the plan,” Glenn said.
“Europa, what’s your cargo?”
“Nothing as fun as yours,” Samaira replied.
“Veer down the other street and let yours go. We’ll distract them with ours in thirty.”
“Copy that, Knight.”
Liam hadn’t bothered with a seatbelt as they barreled down the warehouse street toward their target. Twenty seconds later, he kicked open the door at the same time Glenn did, keeping their exits clear. Glenn shifted gears and sped up, locking the steering wheel with an override assist from headquarters.
“Bail!” Glenn shouted.
Liam didn’t hesitate to jump out of the speeding lorry, crashing to the ground in a controlled roll before getting back to his feet, Glenn’s force field keeping him safe. Electricity crackled around one hand as he crossed over to where Glenn stood near a warehouse wall.
Even as he closed the distance between them, Liam watched as the rear of the lorry lifted by way of a force field, the invisible power strong enough to flip the entire lorry over. When it crashed back to the ground, the impact broke the cargo container and caused enough of a spark to light the entire contents on fire.
The petrol exploded with a fiery boom in the receiving area right in front of Warehouse 275. Some Reborn IRA fighters were caught in the blast zone, and their screams echoed in the air around the sound of heavy gunfire.
Liam and Glenn double-backed, heading down the route Samaira and Tariq had taken with their lorry. The echoing sound of a bad crash ripped through the air, indicating they’d gotten rid of their ride.
“How much do you think the government will owe the Port of Southampton for repairs?” Glenn mused.
