𝟏𝟑 • 𝑫𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝐑 𝐔 𝐃 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐒 𝐇

The cold evening light had begun to fade, melting into a deep amber that kissed the edges of the horizon. Outside the farmhouse, the engines of Mercides purred low in between Defender shadows of men stood by them, still and sharp in the fading light. three Defenders, black and gleaming, a reflection of control and quiet menace.