PATIENT ZERO -The lone survivor
The massive truck lurched forward, accelerating wildly toward the shattered perimeter fence.
The twin sentry turrets spun up with a terrifying BRRRRRZT.
A hail of heavy-caliber, armor-piercing rounds tore across the runway, chewing up the asphalt mere inches behind the fleeing transport truck.
Baraka didn't climb into the cab. He stood on the open tailgate of the accelerating truck, the violet Star-Code fire erupting across his body.
He didn't try to absorb the heavy machine-gun fire; there were too many rounds, and the truck was moving too fast. Instead, Baraka thrust both of his hands backward, projecting a wide, convex shield of pure kinetic friction.