"You look like a walking tank Malcolm."
Richard Mercer stood beside the folding steel table in the howling blizzard. He smiled up at the dark mechanical giant.
The heavy titanium gates hissed and locked shut. Malcolm stepped forward into the knee deep snow.
He was encased in a matte black Ironcrest tactical exoskeleton. The ballistic armor plates absorbed the brutal wind. Internal thermal regulators kept his core warm.
The weight of the freezing wind howling against his eyes triggered a reaction in his mind.
Malcolm remembered the agonizing pain of his past life. He remembered his own blood crystallizing in his veins. He remembered his lungs shredding with every frozen breath.
He remembered his fingers turning black while he begged at a glass door. He looked through the falling snow
