"Report the internal atmospheric conditions."
Malcolm stood in the center of the command room. He pulled the heavy tactical helmet off his head. He dropped it onto the plush carpet.
"Primary exhaust vents are clear," the bunker artificial intelligence replied. "Carbon monoxide levels are dropping rapidly. Internal ambient temperature is seventy eight degrees Fahrenheit and falling."
Malcolm keyed a command on his wrist console. The heavy titanium armor plates of the Ironcrest Exoskeleton hissed and disengaged.
He stepped out of the massive mechanical suit. His bare chest was slick with heavy sweat. His lungs burned from the lingering diesel fumes.
"Restore the climate control to seventy two degrees," Malcolm ordered.
He walked away from the command console. He left the armored suit s
