"Stop!"
The roar came too late. The wheels had already rolled forward.
Clyde Barrett and Bruno Maddox let out screams so raw and agonizing they seemed to split the air itself. The pain was beyond anything either man had ever experienced, a white-hot obliteration that nearly dragged them both into unconsciousness on the spot. Bruno's legs had been crushed beneath the vehicle's massive tires, his trousers flattened and soaked through with a sickening mixture of blood and marrow that pooled across the pavement. Clyde fared no better. His tolerance was lower, and he had already blacked out entirely, his body going limp against the ground.
Only after the vehicle came to a full stop did the woman step out. She moved with the easy confidence of a born soldier, her posture straight and her expr
