The primary goal remained the Volcanic Bunker, not time-consuming reconciliation. “Shut down the main frequency! Now, Juri! I need a K-9 truck to crash into the rear defense line! That’ll buy me ten seconds,” I said, holstering my stun weapon.
Marcos yelled, panicked, "FALL BACK! Jax is going to sacrifice civilians—" Just as he issued the order, the shuddering Titan K-9 autonomous truck, remotely piloted by Juri, slammed backward into a stack of frozen cement at the rearmost line. A high-pitched, ear-splitting screech of metal echoed. Juri's EMP hadn't fully dissipated, and the truck's electrical circuit created a brutal chain reaction.
The chaos was tangible. Thick smoke mingled with the stench of dirty diesel fuel. Marcos and his second-tier soldiers immediately moved to the back line
