It’s a biological dreadnought, Kade projects, his mental voice tight with panic. It’s going to breach the surface!
Morgan! I shout into the comms. The C4 is planted! Detonate it now!
The blast radius is too small, Luna! Morgan’s voice crackles, frantic and terrified. The seed has already initiated its hatching sequence! The C4 will just crack the shell! It won’t stop the hatching!
Then what do we do? I demand, clutching Asher tightly as the boiling water throws us backward.
You have to use the shatter-rounds! Morgan yells. Aim for the central core! If you can disrupt the molecular bonds of the core before it fully expands, it will collapse in on itself! But you have to be within fifty feet!
Fifty feet from a hatching, biological dreadnought in the Mariana Trench. It’s suicide.
I look
