COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
“You’ll kill us both!”
“Good,” Maya shot back.
Suddenly, the floor lurched. The mountain shook—an explosion thundered through the rock. The company had lost all patience; they were bombing the place to rubble.
Chunks of ceiling crashed down. A massive boulder smashed into the tanks, cracking them open. Half-formed creatures spilled out, hissing, confused, their purple eyes burning in the green mist.
Maya glanced at the monsters, then at her grandfather.
“The Hive isn’t perfect, Arthur,” Maya said, her voice echoing in the emptiness. “A Hive doesn’t know how to die for someone else.”