He wound through the garage to the open top floor before he reached the long rows of military vehicles. Most of the trucks were packed with supplies. This was a temporary staging area. The General had likely set his sights on Winter Haven. Not today. Not tomorrow, either. Not if Liam had anything to say about it. He got to work. He drove past each parked Humvee and lightweight tactical all-terrain vehicle and pitched white phosphorus grenades like candy at a parade.
