"The primary combustion cylinders just choked and died."
Kira tapped the glass interface of the main control console to clear the flashing alert. The digital fuel gauge blinked a harsh crimson zero across the dark room.
The immense diesel engines buried deep beneath the floorboards let out a hollow mechanical groan. The deafening vibration that defined their existence for weeks faded into an oppressive silence. The ambient climate control fans sputtered to a halt.
"We reached the exact coordinates," Malcolm stated. He stood near the armory entrance and inspected the pale mutant bone grafted to his ruined titanium chest plate.
"We reached the surface of the coordinates," Kira corrected his assessment. She gripped the polymer stock of her kinetic assault rifle. "The topographical map ind
