"Malcolm, you need to drop the tow cable and run."
Kira sent the desperate plea across the crackling analog radio frequency while the frost thickened across the control monitors of the dead Leviathan. Her breath formed a dense white fog in the freezing cabin as she listened to the rhythmic boots of the Military tunnel rats echoing down the subterranean ramp.
Malcolm stood paralyzed in the pitch black void. He released his grip on the rusted steel wire and let the heavy fusion engine rest against the concrete incline. The freezing air bit into the thin fabric of his undersuit and stung the open wounds on his bare hands.
"Running generates friction and friction generates a heat signature," Malcolm whispered back.
‘My heart is beating too loud’, he analyzed the frantic thudding in his che
