"Take the shot."
Kira heard the execution order echo through the freezing cabin of the Leviathan. The words spilled from the analog radio receiver she clutched in her numb hands. Her breath caught in her throat. She gripped the edge of the mahogany desk while the creeping frost bit deep into her bare fingers.
She sat alone in the absolute dark. The ambient temperature inside the dead mobile fortress was identical to the howling winter storm raging outside the thick titanium hull.
"Are you listening up there in the snow?," Lieutenant Cross laughed into his shoulder microphone. The harsh audio fed directly into the unshielded frequency. "Your billionaire architect is standing against a rusty turbine in the Roosevelt Avenue sub basement. He is unarmed and he is bleeding. Say goodbye to you
