"Rone," Jack muttered into his comms, his voice low enough to stay under the wind. "You think they’re coming back for a second round?"
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Jack stood on the roof of the Annex, the matte finish of his rifle cool against his palms. In the distance, the honey-colored glow of the city felt deceptive. Somewhere out there, the Ambassador’s compound was a skeleton of smoke and ash, and the reality of their situation was sinking in like lead. "Rone," Jack muttered into his comms, his voice