"Lower your arm," Hayes demanded. "Hand over the Leviathan access codes and the fusion generator coordinates. I will not ask a second time."
"You possess zero leverage Commander," Malcolm said. "Your trap failed."
"We have armor piercing rounds," a young soldier threatened. He pressed the stock of his rifle tight against his shoulder. "We will turn your mechanical suit into a coffin."
"Your bullets will bounce off my chest," Malcolm evaluated their arsenal. "You will deplete your magazines long before you scratch my primary plating."
"We represent the federal military," Hayes argued. "We have explicit orders to secure this technology. The Leviathan is a vital asset for the reconstruction of the federal government."
"Your government collapsed because it lacked vision," Malcolm said. "I
