"Plant the explosive packages directly on the primary seal."
Kira watched the digital security monitors inside the command center. A dozen elite soldiers surrounded the exterior airlock of the Leviathan. They wore stark white urban camouflage and carried kinetic assault rifles.
The troops huddled against the freezing wind of Sector Seven. A demolition expert slapped three bricks of plastic explosives onto the titanium hull. He pressed a remote detonator into the center of the chemical paste.
"Clear the blast radius," the squad leader yelled over the howling storm.
The soldiers scrambled backward across the icy asphalt. They dove behind the rusted wreckage of an abandoned city bus.
Kira sat in the plush leather chair. Her bandaged thigh throbbed with a dull rhythmic ache. She rested he
