Chapter 13 - The Subterranean Tremor
The subterranean tremor rattled the server towers, sending a cascade of dust and rusted flakes raining down from the concrete ceiling. Hayes stumbled, his boots sliding slightly on the smooth floor as he fought to maintain his balance while keeping his rifle raised.
“What was that?” Marcus shrieked from the floor, his hands clamped over his ears as a second, heavier shockwave reverberated through the vault. “Is it an orbital strike? Are they leveling the base?”
“Negative,” Eleanor said, her posture remaining rigidly upright despite the shaking ground. She looked toward the heavy reinforced doorway leading back to the stairwell. “That’s not an orbital strike. That’s heavy transport machinery breaching the lower maintenance tunnels.”
Orson crossed his arms, his old eyes reflecting the dying embers of the incinerator shaft.
“The wasteland syndicates,” Orson said calmly. “They didn’t just wait for the data packet. They knew the sector servers were freezing. They’re moving in to claim the remaining military hardware while the command grid is blind.”
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