More shots punched through the vehicle. The windshield of the SUV completely disintegrated. Jon was driving half-blind, blood running down his face from glass cuts, weaving between abandoned cars and debris.

Behind them, the shooting was getting worse. Whoever had been firing from the building was now in a full firefight with the remaining fake cops. More muzzle flashes appeared in other windows. This was organized warfare in the streets. No one seeing this would guess that this morning all ...