Chapter 16: The Trap Closes
Before Elena could pull the trigger, the glass ceiling of the conservatory shattered. Smoke grenades rained down, filling the room with blinding, choking gas. Eleanor laughed, a dry, rasping sound, as heavily armed operatives swarmed the room.
Elena fired blindly, taking down two silhouettes, but a heavy blow to the back of her head sent her crashing into the marble floor. The world spun into darkness, the last thing she saw being the polished combat boots of a Vanguard strike team leader stepping over Eleanor's teacup.
