"Military presence in a restricted vault signifies a tactical trap."
Malcolm muttered the warning to his internal processor, but he ignored the flashing red text that bloomed in his peripheral vision. The Leviathan lacked the capacity to travel another fifty miles without a new power source, and his own physical form hung by a thread of biological tissue and sheer stubbornness. He reached the base of the platform.
He jammed his combat blade into the seam of the main coolant line. The metal screeched as he twisted the tool with his hydraulics.
If I lose this limb to a sniper in the dark I can replace it, Malcolm reasoned while the cooling fluid hissed into the stagnant air. If I return without the fusion core the entire mission is a failure. He braced his boots against the concrete and p
