The factory looked different at night.
During the day it was just another ugly building on a dead block. Concrete and rust and grey smoke. But at night, with the patrol drones circling the roof like metal vultures and the guards standing under pools of yellow light at the loading door — it looked like a fortress. A fortress full of men with guns who didn't know they were about to have a very bad night.
We were spread across three positions. Maya and Tiny on a rooftop two blocks east. Jax in an alley on the north side, waiting for my signal to climb. Glitch and Sarah in the safehouse, eyes on screens, voices in our ears.
And me. Alone. In a sewer tunnel under the east side of Sector 3, crawling through water that smelled like rust and something dead.
