Ironically, the Red Dragon was somewhat famous for underestimating the power of rag-tag. The strike team that Ariadne had been a part of had undermined him quite beautifully.

But she was telling the truth. There were no hostile intentions coming from the Rifters. They hadn't even bothered trying to organize. Not well, anyway. Not beyond Marcel's meeting.

She shook her head slightly. "I'm not sure I can give you a very good answer. For me, at least, it was a dream. Until I hit the ground and realized I was up to my ankles in snow."