plows security teams

But then the exit doors banged open, and that’s when I knew that I’d been right about it all. Four big men emerged from the exits, a mix of races, all of them armed and moving as precise military units. These were the Fixers, dressed in civilian clothes. No fancy body armor, no cybernetic fighting machines. Hopefully no goddamn explosives. But from their speed and the bellows of fury they howled into the air, I knew they were being driven by R-33. And they were both relentless and filled with rage as they plowed into the security teams.

I saw so many people go down in the first barrage—cops, uniformed security, aides, tech staff, and some of the governors. No way to tell how many were hit or how badly.

-Relentless pg. 458-459, Kindle Edition.