Chapter 341

The line of windows behind the long wooden table imploded, showering us in a deadly rainfall of a thousand tiny glass daggers. Four black-clad figures on rappel lines swung into the room, machine guns strapped to their backs. They wore some type of modified night vision glasses.

Baruch flipped the sofa, and pretty much threw Ms. Clara and Leo into the crawl space underneath.

Bullets scattered like seeds of destruction. Wood chips flew and shredded books shot up into the air like confetti.

Every bullet made mockery of the ideals of togetherness, loyalty, and inclusivity that I held true. Mandelbaum had come after his own. I clenched my fists, my jaw rigid in the face of this violation. This wasn't just some Brotherhood base; the chapter house had become my home and now it was being destroyed. My internal fire hissed through my body like poison, screeching for release.

"Nava!" Raquel froze two of the mercenaries in their tracks.