Chapter 45

The sky over Emerald Island had turned into a strobe light of orange and white. A rain of missiles descended from the Grants aerial force, their trails white against the toxic haze of the bay. Below, Urban Outlaw’s anti-aerial defenses hummed, spitting streams of lead and intercepting flares that caught the incoming projectiles mid-flight. The air shook with a rhythmic *thud-thud-thud* as the majority of the barrage detonated in the upper atmosphere, raining debris into the radioactive waves. Through...