"Pry the manual release latch under the collarbone."
Malcolm spoke through the muffled acoustics of his sealed helmet. He lay pinned under the dead weight of the colossal mutant. The Ironcrest Exoskeleton was a dark titanium tomb resting on the dirty concrete floor of the subterranean hangar.
Kira shoved her rifle sling over her shoulder. She wedged her hands into the narrow gap between the neck joint and the ruined chest plate. The jagged metal edges bit deep into her gloves.
"I have a grip on the steel bar," Kira strained.
She leveraged her entire body weight backward. The heavy locking mechanism groaned in protest before popping loose with a sharp metallic clack.
Pressurized air hissed from the suit seals. The thick front plating unlatched and folded outward.
Malcolm dragged his b
