"We are driving into a graveyard."
Kira leaned her weight against the desk while she pointed a trembling finger at the primary tactical monitor.
The Leviathan sputtered and lurched toward the dark border of Sector Seven. Thick black smoke poured from the dorsal exhaust vents and painted the winter sky with toxic soot. The tainted diesel corroded the primary engine cylinders with every agonizing rotation of the colossal steel tracks. The mobile fortress was dying a loud grinding death on the icy asphalt.
The optical sensors magnified the narrow transit corridor located two miles ahead. General Varga did not bother with a hasty ambush or a frantic scramble for position. The federal commander anticipated their exact route and constructed a permanent siege line across the only viable highwa
