The master suite was a blazing inferno of shattered glass and burning silk. Outside the gaping hole where the window used to be, the swarm of purple-eyed drones adjusted their cannons, preparing to unleash a second, lethal wave of plasma.
"Fly us out!" Nikki yelled over the deafening roar of the flames, gripping the heavy white titanium of Adonis's breastplate. "Break through the swarm!"
"Negative," Adonis replied, his voice a low, steady rumble that vibrated against her cheek. His blinding white optical sensors scanned the dark, smog-choked sky above the drones. "General V-05 has shifted his satellites. If we enter the open airspace, the orbital lasers will lock onto my thermal signature. We will be vaporized before we clear Sector 2."
They were completely trapped. The sky belonged to the Eastern Grid, and the corridors of the Spire belonged to the angry human mob.
"Then how do we get out?" Nikki gasped, coughing as the thick black smoke filled her lungs.
