Ambush! I shout through the comms. Morgan, vent the nitrogen! Now!
Venting!
The massive pipes above the Praetorians rupture. A blinding, freezing cloud of liquid nitrogen explodes into the corridor, dropping the ambient temperature to minus three hundred degrees in a fraction of a second. The Praetorians’ liquid armor instantly crystallizes, locking their joints in place. They freeze into statues of white frost.
Move! Kade roars.
The wolves sprint through the freezing fog, their boots slipping on the icy floor. They don't stop to fight the frozen aliens; they just s***h their throats with combat knives as they pass, shattering the frozen liquid armor like glass.
But the Architects are adaptable.
As the wolves reach the far end of the corridor, the heavy blast door at the end of the h
