Three mercenaries scream as the floor vanishes beneath them. They plummet down into the dark, dusty void of the collapsed eastern wing, their weapons clattering uselessly against the falling debris.
The remaining mercenaries freeze, their tactical training entirely unprepared for the building itself to turn against them.
"Now, Papa!" Asher shouts, his hands still pressed against the floor, his face pale with the physical exertion of holding the structural collapse in place.
Kade moves like a shadow. He doesn't use his thermal blade. He uses his massive, human right shoulder, tackling the nearest mercenary to the ground. He drives his fist into the mercenary’s visor, shattering the glass, and pins him to the concrete.
I drop to one knee, aiming my shotgun at the remaining two mercenarie
