"Shift your firing vector to the right flank."
Malcolm barked the command over the secure radio link. He absorbed a punishing blow from a rusted iron beam. The heavy metal club struck his left shoulder housing and showered sparks across the dim subterranean hangar.
The Pack Leader did not fight like a mindless feral animal. It moved with calculated military precision.
"The creature is anticipating the crossfire," Kira yelled over the echoing gunfire. She ejected a spent magazine and slammed a fresh one into her kinetic assault rifle. "Every time I find a clear angle the monster shifts its thickest armor plating into my trajectory."
Malcolm stepped back and evaluated the towering monstrosity. The creature swung the heavy industrial beam again. Malcolm ducked under the lethal arc and bro
