The rig didn't look like a vehicle anymore; it looked like a geological event. Covered in the black, acidic silt of the Lithium Run, Kael’s truck roared with a sound that shouldn't have been possible. The engine was screaming in a frequency of pure mechanical agony, but it was moving.
"GET IN!" Kael bellowed, swinging the passenger door open as the rig drifted in a wide, muddy arc, crushing a stack of rusted barrels.
"Leo, go!" Mara shouted, shoving Elara toward the cab.
The Younger Thorne recovered first. She didn't scream orders; she simply tapped her wrist-comm. The Purifiers moved with terrifying synchronization. Two of them leapt onto the back of the moving rig, their pulse-batons sparking against the rusted iron plates.
I grabbed the door frame, hauling Elara inside. Her eyes wer
