Adare jogged toward the trees, keeping out of camera range until he reached the first backup generator he’d identified via satellite. He had it disabled within seconds, silently and with his knife, while Benny and Ronan moved down the tree-line, taking out the other generators.

His glasses identified landmines, and he stepped around them easily, noting the grid pattern he’d assumed would be in place. Oh, there’d be a couple not in line, but the new Realm glasses would identify them. The Realm had always been lightyears ahead of the Kurjans when it came to security and modern science, and apparently that hadn’t changed any. Yeah, he’d stolen them last time he visited, and someday he’d be held accountable for that. Not today, though. Within minutes, the three of them reached the end of the trees and faced the several buildings, concrete and metal, that dotted the landscape.

Benny wiped snow from his hair. “Their cameras are disabled. They must know that—”

Gunfire erupted from the nearest metal building, and bullets plowed into the trees all around them. They scattered, taking cover, the plan firmly memorized.

Benny returned fire, while Adare went left and Ronan right, zig-zagging across the snowy landscape and utilizing everything from machinery to the metal buildings as cover. Adare reached the second building to the north and pulled out his gun, keeping his back to the exterior wall. He reached the door, took a breath, and dodged inside, gun first. The large shop held vehicles and fuel. His boots were silent as he cleared the building. Most of the Kurjans had probably been sleeping since it was bright out, but now they’d be awake and firing from the buildings. He had to find those women.

He turned to exit the building and continue east, but his vision faded. Pausing, he dropped to his haunches, taking several deep breaths. What was going on with him?

His vision cleared, and he shoved to his feet, setting several of the explosives he’d purchased from Jacki on his way out. The cold air centered him, and he continued on his way, having full faith that Ronan was doing the same on the other side of the property.

Finally, he reached the largest buildings as gunfire erupted all around him.

He fired back, careful to aim for guns and not people, in case the women were there. His watch dinged. Ducking against the building, he drew the detonator out of his pocket and put more distance between himself and the bomb, crouching in the snow and letting it provide cover.

He frowned. Ronan’s explosives should’ve detonated already.