A patrol of three Brutes moved along the edge of the facility. They were smart, keeping to the shadows, glancing back and forth, sniffing.
There were three distant coughs-three splashes of blood- and three Brutes, each missing their right eye and a fair portion of their ugly face, crumpled. There was no warning light from Linda, so she had no additional targets in sight. She'd
soon reposition higher to get a better view.
This was Fred's opening.-Chpt.23