"They breached the loading dock doors."
Sergeant Wallace screamed the warning over the open analog radio frequency. The panic in his voice pierced the warm air of the Leviathan command center. A deafening chorus of feral roars and chaotic gunfire echoed in the background of the transmission.
Malcolm stood at the primary console and stared at the glowing blue map. He gripped the heavy steering yoke with his bruised hands. The titanium fortress rolled down the center of Madison Avenue at a sluggish pace.
"We cannot divert our course to save them," Kira argued. She stood near the mahogany desk and gripped her assault rifle. "The internal repairs are ongoing. The micro bots are still weaving the copper conduits near the rear axle. The Leviathan is vulnerable right now."
"We are moving at
