"No, I will not order my men to climb that coffin General." Captain Shaw pointed a trembling finger at the smoking corpses scattered across the frozen asphalt of the Monroe Street plaza. "You watched the hull electrocute Captain Hayes just ten minutes ago. The electricity cooked his eyeballs inside his own skull. The machine is a death trap."
General Varga turned away from the tanks idling on Lexington Avenue. He rested his hand on the grip of his assault rifle. He looked at his subordinate with a cold flat stare that carried zero empathy.
"You will follow my orders Shaw or I will shoot you for treason right here in the snow," Varga said. His voice cut through the howling wind. "We lost contact with the subterranean squad down in the vault. We lost a breaching team on the surface. I am n
