“Almost,” Lara said, retrieving her other USP Match. “VADS: both armor.”
She loaded the armor-piercing magazines, stepped over to where she had a good view of the nine plates from the Whispering Abyss, and went down the line, riddling the platinum plates—or were they circuit boards?—with bullet holes.
“What was that for?” Heather asked above the sound of falling water.
“Just hitting the snooze button,” Lara said.
