CHAPTER 8

Knight clipped the strap of his magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle to his tactical vest before attaching his individual first-aid kit to his belt and securing it in place. The last checks were done by rote, his hands cataloguing everything he’d need while in the field.

“Comms checks,” Rina said from the other side of the ready room, her voice echoing over the headphones in his ears.

The team voiced their names over the comms as Knight glanced over at their two newest additions as they were linked into the encrypted comms channel Alpha Team used in the field.

“Xander on line,” Xander said.

“Kira on the line,” Kira said, most of her attention focused on the .50 caliber gun she was bringing into the field. It wasn’t taken from the AHDF’s armory, which meant it had to be her own. She and Xander were kitted out in field ready combat uniforms, the black design different in style if not in purpose to the ones Alpha Team wore. Knight recognized the coloring and equipment Strike Force pre