"The thermal blast vaporized our primary barricade Mayor."
Captain Dan stood inside the heated cabin of the command crawler. He gripped the edge of the steel table to steady his trembling hands.
Richard Mercer sat in his plush leather passenger seat. He held a crystal glass filled with expensive aged scotch.
"I have eyes Captain," Richard said softly. "I watched the glacier shatter."
"We lost sniper team one," Dan reported. His voice carried a raw edge of panic. "The building collapsed on top of them. We cannot fight a walking tank."
"He is not a tank," Richard replied. He took a slow sip of the amber liquid. "He is just a man hiding inside a metal suit. Men need to sleep."
"He breached the solid ice with high yield thermite charges," Dan argued. "The titanium gates are free. He can
