RIKA
Rika sat, horrified, in the ring of vehicles that had been circled like a convoy of pilgrim wagons.
She'd shut down the tech. Removed their communication and masking—and the Anima had been ready with their first wave. But now, half an hour later, dozens of Anima had been shot, captured, or fled. And Jared was still alive—as were most of the soldiers.
Rika tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but she had one eye swollen almost shut, and her jaw was swollen too. She sat on the dirt, her back to the wheel of one of the jeep-truck things, her hands bound, as Jared stood in the bed of one of the other trucks, issuing instructions and organizing the men he had left.
The humans were calling for blood as they tried desperately to get the system reset.
