Striker Two moved over the approved corridor.
"Sixteen rockets selected."
The salvo crossed the road and struck through the concentration following Falcon Two. Bodies disappeared beneath the impacts, while abandoned vehicles overturned or caught fire along the surrounding lanes.
The other infected ignored it.
Hans watched thousands of red markers continue through their assigned streets.
"They are not responding to Striker Two."
"No," Matilda answered.
Another cry came from the district.
One long scream.
Three short ones.
The eastern group widened across two roads instead of crowding into the same intersection. The front contacts remained spread apart, leaving enough space for those behind them to continue moving without slowing.
Hans studied the movement. The first western concentration had lost thousands because it forced itself through narrow roads, but this group looked as if it was avoiding the same mistake.
