"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 ten miles an hour," Malcolm acknowledged the limitation. He watched the diagnostic screens tracking the slow recovery of his machine. "The fusion core possesses infinite power but the transmission gears

"The beast is trying to tear the airlock open."Kira gripped her assault rifle and backed away from the reinforced viewport. The Alpha mutant clung to the side of the Leviathan command center. The beast survived the crushing treads by scaling the front grill of the moving fortress. Now the infected monster dug its bone claws into the seams of the exterior titanium doors.The Leviathan continued its slow crawl across the Fulton Street intersection. The dark ruins of the Solt Warehouse loomed just twenty yards away.A sickening crunch echoed through the exterior acoustic sensors. Kira winced and raised her weapon toward the thick glass.The Alpha mutant roared and bit down on the metal door frame. The mutation granted the beast muscular density but titanium forged in a vacuum chamber did not yield to organic force. The bone plating covering the jaws of the mutant shattered into fragments. Jagged teeth splintered under the pressure and rained down onto the snowy pavement below. The monst

Malcolm tapped the numeric sequence into the glowing blue console. The primary navigation map shifted and zoomed in on the ruined financial district. The coordinates locked onto the subterranean footprint of the Metropolitan Bank building. The Leviathan hummed as the artificial intelligence charted the optimal path through the snow covered streets.Kira watched the red destination marker blink on the digital display. The immediate threat of the feral horde was gone but a heavy dread settled in her stomach. She turned away from the tactical map and walked back down the quiet corridor toward the medical bay.She needed to know exactly what waited for them at the end of the road.Sergeant Wallace sat on the edge of the stainless steel examination table. The thick bandages wrapped around his arm were stained with fresh blood. Private Jenkins and Corporal Miller slept on the adjacent cots. The massive adrenaline crash dragged the two young soldiers into a deep state of physical unconscious

Varga paced the polished white tiles of the Chimera Vault. The blood drying on his torn winter coat felt stiff and heavy against his bruised skin. He ignored the towering glass cylinders filled with dead mutated prisoners. Those biological failures no longer mattered. His entire reign as the supreme warlord of the city evaporated the moment the three shadowed figures on the communication terminal revoked his command.Dr. Aris scrambled around the central server banks. The terrified scientist yanked thick black cables from the primary console and shoved rectangular data drives into reinforced metal lockboxes. He worked with frantic sloppy haste. He dropped a bundle of fiber optic wires onto the floor and cursed under his breath."Secure the viral sequencing data first," Varga ordered. He stopped pacing and leaned against a cold steel diagnostic table. "If The State insertion team arrives and finds the primary research corrupted they will execute everyone in this room before they even a

The acoustic force of the descending aerospace vehicles pulverized the remaining glass windows along Ironwood Street. Thousands of jagged shards rained down onto the snowy pavement as the three colossal State dropships blotted out the pale winter sun. The sheer volume of displaced air created localized hurricanes that tore the rusted streetlamps from their concrete foundations and threw them across the frozen intersection.Malcolm stood in the center of the command center and watched the heavy radar absorbing hulls hover directly above the Leviathan. The artificial intelligence mapped the massive influx of hostile airborne targets. The tactical monitor shifted from a localized grid to a stark red threat warning. The invisible masters of the frozen apocalypse were demanding a physical audience.The dropships did not land in the ruined commercial district. The sleek black aerospace vehicles aligned their ventral bays with the icy asphalt. Massive steel cylinders ejected from the bellies o