Suddenly, the horses crested a dune. But the riders were not men. They were Cobra Vipers in heavy Mongolian deel coats, their masks painted like bronze death masks. Leading them was a figure wrapped in white fox fur.
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It wasn’t a bomb. It was a directional sonic resonator. One pulse aimed at a tectonic fault line, and it could collapse a mountain range. Aimed at a fleet? It would turn steel hulls into singing glass. Suddenly, the horses crested a dune
The fight was brutal. Snake Eyes’s katana met her shamshir in a shower of sparks. She was faster than he expected—not Storm Shadow fast, but wild fast, like a wolf cornered in a blizzard. She kicked a spray of frozen dirt into his visor, then slashed low. Leading them was a figure wrapped in white fox fur
Snake Eyes disengaged from Almas, throwing a smoke pellet. She laughed—a horrible, hollow sound. “Run, ghost! The Heleer calls your bones!”
“Roadblock!” Flint yelled over the comms. “The deal is going down! If that resonator hits the Gobi fault line, Beijing and Ulaanbaatar are gone in an hour!”