As Mary Winter lay on the ground there wasn’t any pain, yet she was certainly on the brink of death. The assault on Damon Rudolph’s compound had been a disaster, but the details of how he turned the tables were hazy. During her twenty years in the Army she’d gone into many missions doubting the sanity of her superior officers, but this mission was too hastily thrown together. Rudolph was a megalomaniac attempting to establish a kingdom within the United States. They knew his militia was well armed; they were prepared for that. The vortex he activated that soundlessly pulled them off their feet into darkness — that was unlike anything she’d ever seen in the world.