them blind. One of the soldiers ran over the edge of a church pit and yelped as he fell fifty feet down. Another soldier opened fire, a half dozen bullets sputtering from his rifle aimed at nothing.

Kat ordered, “Hold your fire! We’ll hit each other!” Or one of the parents, or a kid, she thought.

Barry had to wrap his long arms around Safa’s waist and carry her along; she was so intent on controlling her magic. They were the last to pile into one of the Blackhawks. Ina tossed the pilot from the cockpit, an unlucky young man she had been forced to knock out. Frankie slid into his seat, started the turbine and grabbed the control yoke.

Kat used the full extent of her cybernetically-enhanced leg strength and jumped thirty feet clear of the dust storm, caught sight...

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