"Target in sight," Tyson’s voice crackled over the radio. "Three armored transport trucks. Two drone escorts. Sector 4 supply road."
I adjusted the focus on the high-powered binoculars. I was perched on a ridge of rusted scrap metal, overlooking a narrow canyon road known as "The Gut." It was the only route through the industrial wasteland that could support heavy vehicles.
Below me, the convoy looked like a metal snake. The trucks were massive, reinforced with black steel plating and spiked bumpers. They weren't carrying food or water. They were carrying Blue-Blood Fuel—the high-energy isotope Kael needed to power his Spire and his cyborg army.
"Wait for it," Caleb’s voice was calm, almost a whisper over the comms. He was down there somewhere, hidden in the wreckage of the canyon f
