The immense impact against the cold iron perimeter gate left a deep, structural dent in the metal before Zeven dropped heavily into the mud below. He forced his eyes open, his vision clearing as he rolled under the bottom gap of the unlatched security gate to escape the tank searchlights. Inside the vast industrial complex, the expansive tactical vehicle storage depot opened up like an iron cavern, shielded from the freezing mountain rain. Rows of heavy military transport jeeps and armored tactical vehicles sat parked in perfect geometric alignment across the polished concrete floor. The interior atmosphere was absolutely thick and suffocating, dominated by the overwhelming, pungent aroma of black engine oil, raw petroleum fuel, and heavy synthetic lubricants. Zeven moved swiftly between t
