"The transit hub is gone."Kira gripped the edge of the desk as a violent tremor shook the thick floorboards of the command center. She stared at the high resolution optical feed with wide hollow eyes.Three miles down the frozen interstate a colossal pillar of orange fire erupted from the city grid. The military bombers just unleashed their payload directly onto the subterranean commercial storage tanks. Plumes of thick black smoke breached the dense winter cloud layer and blotted out the pale sun."They vaporized the diesel reserve," Kira stated. Her voice carried the harsh rasp of absolute defeat.She pressed her hand against her bandaged thigh as a fresh wave of nausea flooded her stomach. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She knew the grim mathematics of their current trajectory. The mobile fortress was bleeding energy, and the military just destroyed their only bridge to the quarantine zone.We are going to die inside this metal box, Kira calculated the bl

"We have sixty eight hours of combustible energy remaining on the primary gauge."Kira leaned her weight onto her uninjured leg and pointed at the flashing red numbers on the main console. She kept her posture rigid to mask the dull throbbing pain radiating from her bandaged thigh.Malcolm gripped the steering yoke of the Leviathan. The mobile warship ground its way through the frozen northern suburbs of the dead metropolis. They followed the coordinates extracted from the ruined bomber flight recorder."The drag from the deep snowdrifts is increasing our fuel consumption," Malcolm noted. He watched the reinforced plow blades push a mountain of icy debris off the ruined asphalt."General Varga consolidated his supply lines at a staging ground ten miles from this intersection," Kira stated. "We will intercept his fuel convoy before our tanks run dry, but we will not catch them by surprise.""I do not need the element of surprise when I drive a titanium fortress," Malcolm replied."You