"They are choking off the routes."
Kira leaned her weight against the edge of the desk while her fingers traced the sprawling map of the dead metropolis. The Leviathan rumbled through the labyrinth of frozen skyscrapers, but the military had abandoned their direct assault tactics in favor of a much wider snare.
"General Varga is adapting to our armor," Kira explained. She tapped a cluster of red tactical icons blinking on the screen. "He knows his penetrators cannot pierce your titanium hull, so he is deploying his remaining armored columns to blockade every major exit out of the Mega City."
Malcolm stood near the viewport with a crystal glass of water in his hand. He watched the ruined urban landscape roll past the reinforced glass. Millions of infected citizens swarmed the lower stree
