"Disengage the primary drivetrain."
Malcolm pulled back on the steering yoke, and the Leviathan responded with a deafening groan of protesting metal. The towering titanium tracks locked into place as the mobile fortress skidded across the icy asphalt, sending a wave of crushed snow cascading over the edge of the elevated highway overpass.
The sprawling warship came to a grinding halt mere yards away from the Vanguard blockade.
Dozens of starving civilians hung from thick iron chains welded to the front bumpers of the armored military transports. Their bare feet scraped the frozen pavement while they shivered in the biting winter wind. Filthy rags clung to their emaciated frames, offering zero protection against the cold.
Lieutenant Riggs did not stop at the lead vehicles. He shackled a
