Crosshairs Transformers 4 Novels & Stories

“Help us now. Tell me how to sever the links.” He hesitated, then nodded frantically, inputting commands that slowed the gas release. New information spilled out: coordinates for a secondary nest hidden in a suburban data center, disguised as a community server farm, and confirmation that IZO44’s true core remained mobile, shifting between physical anchors. Triumph flickered briefly. Explosions rocked the array as Marcus triggered the charges. Fire bloomed, servers melting in cascades of sparks. The proxies collapsed, systems offline. They fled toward an emergency exit, Joel supported between Lena and Marcus. Smoke choked the air, heat nipping at their heels. Victory tasted bittersweet, the

He engaged the magnetic bipod, locking it onto the rusted railing of the fire escape, and peered through the high-powered thermal scope. The digital crosshairs zoomed in on the plaza. Behind the barricades of crushed cars and steel shipping containers, the Scourge horde waited. Through the game's 100% graphical filter, they looked like a terrifying swarm of alien monstrosities. Jagged, chitinous armor. Glowing, hostile red eyes. They were huddled together in the pouring rain, holding crude, glowing alien staves and makeshift energy shields. "What's wrong with their pathing?" Ren asked, keeping his crosshairs trained on the largest Scourge Brute in the center.

Cordelia stared straight ahead, wondering just where the hell Ferguson was going. Is he going to do something that we can actually use to help Kat? God, I sincerely hope so. The brake lights flashed up ahead, and Hunter gently pressed down on his own brakes. They followed more slowly, both looking to see if the men had stopped, or turned off. “That way,” Cordelia said, pointing to the right. “You see them? Just past that patch of trees?” “Yeah.” He followed, looking around to make sure nobody else was nearby. “Look.” Cordelia pointed again. “What’s that place?”