His Queen of Chaos
At 7:04 by my exhausted internal clock, fifty-six minutes before Crowe's own deadline, on the side of the building Vance had sworn was blind, the world went black.
Every light at once. The sodium orange leaking under the door snuffed to nothing. Somewhere out in the yard a generator died mid-hum, and my whole body sang with a savage, disbelieving hope, because that was Malik, that was exactly Malik, take away everything the enemy leans on and come through the dark you built.
Shouting. A door somewhere torn off its track with a sound like a train derailing.
"They're inside, they're inside -" the younger man was screaming, gun swinging at shadows. "It's St. James, the whole, how did they, Vanc