"The hydraulic fluid is crystallizing inside your ruptured armor lines."
Kira pointed the bright beam of her flashlight at the jagged tear in the matte black titanium. She kept her voice steady over the roaring wind echoing down the concrete stairwell.
Malcolm leaned his weight against the cracked subway tiles. The pitch black transit tunnel offered a temporary sanctuary from the blinding halogen spotlight sweeping the plaza above them. The temperature in the subterranean shaft plummeted toward lethal limits as the blizzard poured down the steps.
A wave of nausea flooded Malcolm's empty stomach. A frantic erratic rhythm hammered against his ribs while cold sweat beaded on his forehead. The pressure of the mutant jaws still crushed his forearm in his mind.
The exposed meat of his arm bu
