SOPHIA'S POV

The quiet inside the command trailer was hard to breathe in. The only sounds were the sharp, hissing hum of the backup power machines and the slow drip of water falling through the broken hatch in the roof. The air smelled of burnt gunpowder and hot metal. Thin lines of gray smoke still floated near the red emergency lights, and my ears were still ringing from the blast.

Leonard was on his knees in front of me, with the black metal end of my silenced rifle pressed hard against the bridge of his nose. Blood ran down his cheek from a cut made by a flying piece of...