The FBI showed up to the scene in Cottonwood Heights less than an hour after the attack. They flew in by helicopter and came in jeeps, surrounding the area and closing it off for investigation. They found both of the missing Air Force pilots at a local hospital.

Vivian knew they were too late to get inside without any problems: The city was locked down tight. Vivian scouted the exterior fences around the shipyard and saw that there were guards posted at every entrance and possible weak point as well as frequent patrols.

Victor saw the car approaching in the distance, kicking up dust as it went. He knew without even having a clear view that it wasn’t Francis or William driving it. It was coming too fast.

Jayson and Bret sprinted back through the cavernous garage toward the entrance where they had first come in. They had a head start against the monster chasing them, but he could feel it closing the distance.

“There’s a problem,” Helen said. “With the drones?” Victor asked. “With the target,” Helen replied. “You said it was a military installation.” “And?”

The gun strapped to Abdullah’s hip felt like it weighed at least a thousand pounds.

Kate jumped the railing on the second floor, landing a short distance behind him. Francis, firing off two quick shots and forcing Kate to scramble back. She slapped his gun to the side and ducked, hitting him with a tackle.

They climbed down the cliff face the next morning to the structure below. It seemed quite a bit larger up close, and they were forced to walk another kilometer around the outside before they found an entrance they could use.

It took Helen another five or so minutes to hijack control of the drones. The car jostled down the road and Beck hung his head in consternation, miserable in the seat beside her. Victor watched from the front seat, eyes on her at all moments.