Chapter 57 (YEAR 2052)

The district was a jumble of buildings, some squat, flat warehouses and others high-rises of gleaming glass and steel. The center of the mining district was divided by yet another set of bridges. These short, wide platforms had once been used to transport raw ores across an emergency drainage channel in the days when the swift river was a source of worry. The emergency channel below the bridges, like the river itself, was empty, long dried out when the dam had been closed. Now those bridges served to divide something else.

They divided us from our enemy.

I was certain that there were many more Apollo left-more suicide mechs ready to wipe us off the face of the planet.

Ironically, our biggest advantage against the enemy was Harlow's constant bragging.

"Feeling rattled, Quinn?" Harlow crooned. "I should hope so. That explosive power was made for busting bunkers. Each Apollo can overcharge their reactor with the force of an anti-tank mine!"

That confirmed my suspicions. More Apollo w