"Where are you?," Lieutenant Cross shrieked into the pitch black Roosevelt Avenue generator room.
The empty rifle magazine clattered against the concrete floor. The officer fumbled with his tactical vest to find another clip. His hands shook violently as the burning white afterimage of the thermal flash blinded his eyes.
Malcolm stepped into the personal space of the panicked soldier. He reached out and wrapped his bare hand around the hot steel barrel of the assault rifle.
Cross gasped and tried to pull the weapon back.
Malcolm twisted his wrists with brutal leverage and ripped the heavy firearm away from the officer. He tossed the empty rifle aside. The weapon slid across the dirty tiles and clanked against the dead turbine.
"You are out of ammunition," Malcolm said. His voice was c
